Gleaner_192705

+ ~lranrr + Published at Nazareth College, Rochester, N. Y.
Vol. lL
On May 9 and 10 the college presented
before a large audience, "The Young­est,"
a {aTcial comedy of an .\merican
youth faced by the problem of holding
his own. The story is that oi Richard
Winslow, the literary son of a wdl-to-do
family. It presents in \'ivaciotls fashion
his amusing yet pathetic trials. Xo mat­ter
what he wants to do, the rest of the
family. with the exception of Muff,
opposes him just for the sake of doing
so. At first Richard submits. but in the
course of the play Xancy Blake causes
him to rebel. The chief cause of diffi­culty
is the family 's pin factory in which
Richard refuses to work. The family
does everything to force him to give up
writing and go to work. As a last resort
they cut off his allowance. Then the fun
begins. The situations arising are very
amusing, indeed, and furnish a good two
hours' entertainment.
:\1.\Y.lt)27.
"THE YOUNGEST"
The play was written by Philip Barry,
a Rochester man and a former graduate
of Xazareth Hall. ::-orr. Barry's success
as a playwright has been quite phe.
nomenal since his bow to the theatrical
world a few seasons since. "The Young.
est" has been presented in X ew York
where it was received with great enthu·
~ia~m. ha\'inj! been acclaimed olle of the
best plays of the season of 1924-25. I
hardly think that any audience could
have responded more enthu~iastically
than those who witnessed the play in the
auditorium of Xazareth Academy. The
characters could not have been chosen to
better ad\'antage; each one seemed to li\'e
the pan and to be quite lacking in self·
consciousness. On the whole the play
was a great succt:s~, and I think e\'eryone
was more than pleased.
We are very grateiul to all who helped
make the play the succe.~s it was. \Ye
Xo.8
make mention especially of the young
men who so ably took parts in the play;
)'1r. Hettig who directed it so well; Weis
and Fisner CO., who kindly loaned the
furniture; all the people who aided in
publicit)'; those who so willingly donated
their service~ in the orchestra; the com­mittees
who worked so untiringly for
the success of the play; the ushers; and
the audience who so kindl~' received the
presentation.
The cast was as follows:
Charlotte Winslow ... Rosemary Edelman
Oliver Winslow. .Leo Hogan
::-OIark \\'inslow. ........ _.. . Clarence Fichtner
Augusta \\'inslow )'fanin ..... Edith Croft
,\lan Martin._ .Raymond Guppy
Martha \rinslow .Emily Knoll
Richard \\'inslow.... Feehan Fitzpatrick
Kancy Blake. __ ..... Evelyn Regan
Katie.. ,Dorothy Fleming
::-or. T., '29.
Page Two
Junior Prom
\Yell. the Prom i~ O\'er at last. and it
was a huge success. \\'e had been look­ing
forward to it e\'er since the beginning
of the new semester, and it had been the
subject of so much discussion that it
seems remarkable that enthusiasm did
not wane during the latter days of April.
But wane it didn't. On the contrary the
assemblage of students and guests gath­ered
in the Hotel Seneca Ballroom on the
night of the Thursday of Easter Week
were in the best and the highest of spirits.
The Ballroom presented a pretty pict­ure.
The vari-colored formals relie\'ed
by the black and white regimentals, the
soft lighting effecb. the la\'ender and
yel10w beribboned souvenirs, the orches­tra
pit banked with palms, all lent
atmosphere to the occasion.
The specialty features, given during
dinner, were much applauded. :-'1iss Inez
Quinn. :'Iff. Joseph O'Brien. and Miss
Madeline La Barr werc the entertainers.
and their performances were sufficient
prooi that the entertainment had been
placed in competent hands.
"he important matter of the orchestra
was taken care of with great success by
Hughie Barrett. His incidental solos lent
\"lIriety and an added enjoyment to the
e\·ening.
In e\'ery way the Junior Prom was an
affair that will establish a worthy pre­cedent
for the College.
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Lest We Forget
Again the year rolls by and we cele­brate
the ninth Memorial Day since the
terrible days of the Great War. We of
the younger generation remember little
of its terrors. Another ten years and
all our memories will bc invested with
that halo with which history surrounds
her heroes. The lives sacrificed, either
in death on the field of battle or in that
living death wherein mere existence is
retained, will fade into vague obscurity.
On :\femorial Day. when we pay honor
to the nation's li\'ing and dead who for­got
self that democracy might be upheld,
we stop a moment in prayer of supplica­tion
for them and in thanksgi\'ing for
wbat ther did for us.
Speeches are made. bands play. and as
the "Star-Spangled Banner"' floats aloft
against the s],,;: we feel a linle shiver of
pure thankfulness that that song and flag
belong to us also.
But while we see the glory let us 1I0t
forget the horror. :'Ilay we, the future
generation. remember it only so much as
to resoh'e that, where it shall lie in our
power, no more of the youth of our
country shall ha\'e to give their lives as a
holocau~t for their land. ilenedorth we
will strive to accomplish by tact and
amicable discussions what wars have
heretofore failed to achieve-a satisfac­tory
settlement of displltes.
THE GLEANER
Juniors Have Party
The J unior~ h:ui a~ lI,ual planned
some fun. Indeed. we think that if the
Juniors did not have something- for which
the\' could make c..xcited plans and to
which they could look forward with long­ing
anticipation. life would be just too
dull for words. It is our delightiul wa),
of pre\'enting the wa\'e of student sui~ides
which seems imminent at exam urnes
from e\'er disturbing the dancing .... "lIter"
of our school life. This time it is our
annual picnic which was held as usual on
Ascension Thur~day at Conesus Lake.
\Ve say "as usual" in nlemory of those
other fun-crowded days of other years.
but this time it was held "with a
difference." For it was for liS the be­ginning
of the glorious days of c~osest
association. both really and figuratIvely.
We rente<! a cottage to spend there the
week-end beginning with Ascension
Thursday and ending Decoration Day,
which con\'enienth' lengthened it to )Ion­day
night. The drive in to college Fri­day
morning was really part of the fun,
hal'ing the virtue of being a no\·elty.
We early began to practice. cookin~,. 10
the dismav of our long-suffenng fam,hes,
and the ;'enues scheduled for each day
promised the maximum of enjoym~nt
with a minimum of work. :'Ireanwhlle.
our anticipation of five days of unparal­led
fun grew as the time of their coming
drew near and we saw the approach of
the best of all our good times. Xow all
there is left to say is, "Oh ior another
party like that!"
N. t c.
Alumnae Play
"'The Potters' came up to our highest
expectations, both as to the play itself
and the cast that presented it. ,. Such was
the unanimous verdict of the large audi­ences
who attended the performance given
by the Kazareth Academy Alumnae
Association. Monda\' and Tuesday even­ings.
~day 16 and'17, in the Academy
auditorium.
The committ~ who selC(·ted the play
are to be congratll[ated on their choice. for
It would be difficult to find a more clever.
wholesome. entertaining comedy with
more realistic character delineations. The
presentation of so complicated a play was
no mean feat for an amateur company.
no matter how talented and experienced.
but the results achieved by the Alumnae
players under the direction of Don :'Ilan­ning
amply justified the undertaking-.
Every member of the large cast was
entirely adequate to his or her role.
Special mention must be made of the
principals. )[a and Pa Potter, played by
Kan Cleary and Fritz Bonehill, were
triumphs of character portrayal. That
harassed. ineffectual air of Pa·~. and :'Ila's
houeswife1v ~torn" wcre inimitable. It
would be hard to imagine a better Mamie
Potter than Amy LeVigne Huchinson.
Red O'Keil, as :'Ilamie's belo\'ed Red, was
a perfect speciman of the warm-hearted
but tactless male of the species. and Bob
),.1iller was a natural, irrepressible kid
brother.
The success attained was most certainly
desen'ed, for it was the culmination of
weeks of concentrated hard work. Tho:
cast and director haye devoted all theif
spare time to putting on a commendable
production. A \'(:ry large share in the
glory is due. also. to those generous men
who have labored night after night to
make the unusual sets required for the
eleven scenes. nine of which werc entirely
different. The endless details for which
the property committu had to arrange,
the widespread publicity, and the large
sale of tickets represent the enthusiastic
work of many toyal Alumnae.
The iJeneficiary of this succe$S is the
Alumnae fund for scholarships at Nazar­eth
Academy. The generou~ enthusiasm
of all wbo co-operated for this laudable
undertaking merits the success it won.
N. t c.
A May Picnic
After a hike and picnic on May 8, cer­tain
students ha\'e decided that one thing
is requisite for the success of roasting
potatoes and broiling steak-it helps to
know how to build a fire.
We surely did enjoy ourselves. What
are a few minor accidents? Of course,
it is true that Monica went in wading
with shoes and stockings on. and Mar­ga~
t Leary did go in the water on her
knees, unintentionally of course, but
since it was Sunday we o\'erlooked it.
Two of the brightest spots were those
irresistible, equaily irrepressible, Junior
twins, Cyrilla and Edna. \Vhether it was
Edna's company, or whether the coffee
really did have something to do with it,
certain it is that Cyrilla acted very
strangely on the way home.
Our amusement was of the most
sophisticated kind. Indeed. Angeline
raised real blisters and we are told that
Agnes Marron was so convulsed with
laughter that those near her feared for
the outcome.
However all dire results were merely
conjectural. For once Nature accorded
with our mood. \Ve communed with
)lother Earth and reveled in the great
open spaces, where men are men and
cows are cows. The latter part of this
statement we personally found true.
Some thought that a kidnapping would
make a perfect end for a perfect day.
However, the ringing of the dinner bell
ended all plans, causing a stampede and
wild rush for home.
H.C., '29.
N. t c.
French pupil: "\Vhat's the French
word for petticoat?"
French student: "Jupon."
French pupil: "Is it masculine or
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In Retrospect
To reiterate a self·evident fact-it is
almost the end of the year, almost time
for the semi-annual nightmare known as
exams, almost time for vacation with its
glorious freedom. Expressed in terms of
the months of hard work which ha\'e in­tervened.
the stretch since last September
seems an eternity. but thought of as a
whole fourth of our college course it
appe.1rs incredibly brief. The Freshmen
have only just had time to firmly estab­lish
themselves in college life. to absorb
the collegiate vie .... -point. to come to a full
realization that they are not merely ad·
\'anced high s<:hool pupils. To the Sopho­mores
comes the astounding thought that
half their college days lie behind them.
Most awesome of all is the prospect.
\'ieww by the juniors with mixw emo­tions.
of becoming Seniors, and next year
at this time preparing to leave s<:hool for
good and all. The idea is quite appalling.
Nazareth College has now been in
existence for three years, and next fall
will see the full four classes within its
walls. It is hard to believe we have
traveled so far since that fi rst \'ear when
this was a far distant goal, to ~ attainw
some time in the vague future. In con­sideration
of what has been accomplished
in these three years. we feel that there is
considerable cause for self-eollgnltula­lion
without overstepping the bounds of
decent humility. Most assuredly the stu­dent
body can congratulate the Faculty.
for they have labored against odds far
greater than we can know or appreciate,
with what success we can see. Intellec­tually.
spiritually, and materially they
ha"e provided for us, and are making
adequate preparations for next year.
As regards those activities which de­\'
olve more directly upon the students.
though at times we think they lag rather
THE GLEANER
sadly, we can point to several achie"e·
ments worthy of note. For a three·year­old
college with a student body of a little
over seventy to have an annual play, a
junior Prom. and a college paper, besides
inter--class b.1~ketball. various clubs and
activities of the separate classes. as well
as the incidentals which keep up interest
hom day to day. invoh'es considerable
e.xpenditure of work. time, and enthu­siasm.
Indeed, we might have done
worse.
No one is blind to the fact that fhere is
plenty of room for advancement and im­provement.
\\-e are not suffering from
a ';,superiority complex" or an attack of
self-complacency. but to count up our
accomplishments is most encouraging,
and furnishes the best spur for future
efforts.
This is the last issue of the G/cGucr to
bear the st:lmp of Vol. II. \Vhether or
not any progress has been made is not
ior us to S.1y. Of one thing our readers
may be assured, we can manage the paper
much better in retrospect than we did
in actuality. The staff can think of
nearly as many thing~ which should ha\'e
been done and were not, or which might
better have been done some other way,
as can the critics. . \n earnest effort has
been made to live up to the ideal of a
wonh while college publication which we
~et for ourselves in the beginning. For
our mistakes we apologize; for our suc­cesses
we are thankful; to all our friends
and supporter~ we are very grateful, and
we wish you. one and all. the best pos­~
ible vacation.
N. t c.
To the Faculty
.\nother srhool year is over. and we
can 110t look over the past months with­Ollt
thinking gratefully of those who have
guided liS over the bumps and hollows
of the foad we ha\'e been traveling since
last September in the pursuit of knowl­edge.
The joy and benefit which we ha\'e
derived from this past year is dne in the
most part to the priests and nnns of our
faculty.
Father Edleman has guided the Juniors
in the deeper ~tudy of the mysteries and
beauties of our religion. The class is
one full of pleasure. as are also the Ger·
man and Italian classes.
The Sophomores and Freshmen have
pursuw the study of Apologetics under
the direction of Dr. Kettell. Since reci­tation
has replaced lecture, the class is
doubly appreciated this year. Logic and
Psychology have also proved to be most
interesting to the two younger classes
and to the Juniors, respecti\·el).
Father Xapier's class in History was
elected by many this year. It is one of
the best liked cour~es, the matter having
been presentw in such a ..... -ay as to make
it most interesting. Like reports are
heard from the Economics class and the
Page Three
In Appreciation
This is a fining time to e.xpress a word
of appreciation of three people 10 whom
the GICalICr, and through it the COllege,
is especially indebted. The first is our
Dean, Sister Teresa :\Iarie. I f it were
not for her encouragement and active
assistance it would have been impossible
to undertake the publication of a paper,
much less to continue it. She is a friend
upon whom we can always rely.
This year Sister Rose Marie has rep­resented
the faculty on the Clca"cr staff.
So completely has she kept herself in the
background that the students in general
probably do not reahze what her assist­ance
and helpful suggestioll5 ha\'e meant
to the editorial board. Although we have
thrust our troubles upon her at the most
inopportune times her kindness has never
failed. We thank you. Sister. more than
we call say.
Last b\lt by no means least. we men­tion
Helen Coyne, whose enthusiastic
spirit carried her last year through aU the
trials of a first editor-in-chief and this
year through the complicatious of being
business manager. Everybody gives three
cheers for Helen.
)'1a), our three best friends accept this
halting expression of gratitude in the
~pirit in which it is intended. for thev
know that it proceeds from the heart. .
N. t C.
The twenty-fourth annual meeting of
the Catholic Educational Association will
be held in Detroit. Michigan, this year,
June 27-30. The new Sacred Heart Semi­nary
has been placw at the dbposal of
the . \ssociation for its meeting~. by RI.
Rev. Michael J. Gallagher. D. D., Bishop
of Detroit.
\Ve are interested to note. from the
)'lay Bulletin of the Association that
Reverend John E. Xapier of our faCtllty,
win participate ill the discussion to b<:
held on Thursday moming. june 30, fol·
lowing a paper on "The Course of
Religion in Our Colleges" by Rev. George
J . Marr, C. S. C .. of Notre Dame.
Commercial Law students.
Miss O'Connor has initiated the Fresh­men
into the fine points of basketball.
The olher two classes always find Miss
O'Connor ready to co-operale most en­thusiastically
in their athletic ventures.
To the untiring efforts and encourage­ment
of ollr nuns ~e owe the success of
the year's work both in intellecntal pur­suits
and in the strengthening of char­acter.
Always solicitous of our welfare,
their kindly ad"ice and criticism is ever
appreciated.
It is Ollr hope that the past year has
been as pleasant for our faculty as it has
been for us, and that we have given them
the co-operation they most surely deserve.
-~I. F .. '29.
Pag<! Four
May Day
Th~ calendar of 11ay has been inv~ned
this year. and instead of C<lmmemorating
the fir5t of the momh, 11ay 31 ha" been
selected as our annual 1[ay Day, in the
hope of its being a day of 'iunshin~ and
warmth. The Holy Sacrifice of the
~Iass, celebrated in th~ Colleg~ Chapel.
will ina\lgtira(~ the ceremonies. Then the
college girls. in caps and gowns. will
make a pilgrimage 10 the shrines of Our
Lady erected at different places around
the building. Hymns will be sung and
baskets of flowers presented at the
shrines.
The traditional )[aypole dance has been
omitted this vear owing to the inclemency
of the weather, and various other diffi·
culties.
N. t C.
On )!ay II at the Carmelite )[onastery
in Wheeling. W. Va ... \rlene Oster. one­time
member of the pre:;ent Junior Class.
was clothed in the Cannelite Habit. A
party of twelve. composed of relath'cs and
friends. went from Roche5ter for the
occasion. but this number by no means
included all who had dreamed of being
pre,;ent for the ceremony-that would
ha\'e meant the entire clas~ who tfeaSure
Arlene as their "pearl of great price."
Howe\·er. the date precluded the attend·
ance of rcpre.-<eTltativ~s from the College.
The reports of the ceremony have been
most eagerly rec~ived. and indirnt~ ~hat
the dav was on~ of those rafe occasIOns
when 'Heaven and earth scarce seem to
know a dividing line. Nazareth College
glories in having a member of its first
cla~s on the heights of prayer. interceding
through years to come for the school and
her clasg-mates. And Arlene will not
forget us. She i~ known henceforth as
Sister 11irialll of the Child Jel>u~.
N. t c.
Night-and Morning
The clouds like rose stained windows­Through
which th~ sun peeps as it sinks
inlO Ih~ blue.
A star, more brilliant ior its loneness,
\\'alcher of the arched darkening dome.
The moon tips th~ poplar's tallest spire.
And swift glides down the cloudy stairs
Into Ihe night's dark path. gtiided by her
own faint gleams.
The gray creeps up,-the faint blush
deepens,
A glorious pageant to meet the god:
A faint breeze sweet with lilac fragrance
Bearing a distant robin's song,
An instant flood of Iight-
The spring day dawns.
11. F., '29.
THE GLEANER
May, Our Lady's Month
The :\1ay number of "Scribner's" de­votes
an entire page 10 a poem of unusual,
simple beauty. addres...cd to our Blessed
Lad\'. It is bv Cornelia Otis Skinner, an
aClr~ss (as ~ighl be ~xpec(ed of her
iather'~ daug-hler). and a Itifted writer,
as well. The inclusion of her poem,
"Praver to the Florenc~ :'Iladonna." in a
mag;zine of "Scribner's". ~tanding, seems
a "ery happy omen. Time was. not so
long ago, when a magazine intended for
the general reader would scarccly have
carried a poem SO consonant with Catholic
feeling.
..... s we read. we feel convinced that Ihe
subject was chosen not from an)' "artis·
tic" motives. but rather in genuine sin­cerity.
Such expre$sions make us realize
a little better how rich we are in th~
teaching of the Church which presents 10
us :\fary, our Mother, and fortunate not
to ha"e been. as the poem says,
"Xurtured in an austere creed."
_4. convert to our Faith mu!>t hav~ a cer·
tain sense of ha\'ing been defrauded dur­ing
all his pre\'ious life of the tenderness
of our i..1.dy. Consolatrix .\ffiictorum.
Those who live in regions resembling
our own in climate. rejoice that :\Ia),. the­month
of delicale foliage and the sweel.
early flowers. is the month dedicated to
our Blessed Lady, the 10"elin~ss oi curth
making for her a meet mantle.
"1Iar)' of a thou!'llnd graces."
Surely ~Jary must have lo\-ed the smallest
blossom that her Divine Son had thought
it worth while to iashion. :\Ia)' she be
to us :\fater Boni Consilii. teaching tiS to
see His estimate and her own of the
worth of little. common things.
\Ve are young. and they say serenity is
not Ihe gift of the young. But tradition
tells us that OllT Lady wa~ young during
the years of our Lord's boyhood. And
certainly her youth never militated against
serenity in all the mingled joy and fear
of those days. Everything point~ to this.
"That her life to peace was giv~n,
So they made her Queen of Hea\·en."
Shall we not. then. im'oke her who is
Regina Pacis to direct our too impetuous,
yomhiul "tep~ in the l{l\'el~· 1'. 1. ths (If llt'ace ~
Finally. since our occupation for the
pre:;.ent is to acquire knowledRe. we need
to call upon 11ary in a spei.:ial way. Of
all her giits and graces (and what has she
not received. who dwelt in th~ Jiving
pre:;.ence of God). the humility of the
Blessed \,irgin is probably most majestic,
she who dwelt with Wisdom and pond­ered
iu her heart.
"Teach ll1e in a world that e\-er
Prizes only what is c1e\'er
How to see with lowered eyes,
How receive and how impart
The quiet language of the heart." o sweet Virgin :\[ary, give us of the
wisdom that is above knowledge. Sedes
Sapientiae, ora pro nohis 1
D. C. :\lcG .. '28.
ACADEMY CORNER I
SEXIOR PLAY
The presentation of the Senior play,
"The t:'nwilling Vestal." proved a fitting
clinlllx to the dramatic career of the class
of '27. The \-i\;d and colorful Rome oi
Constantine formed the setting. and such
was the beauty of the costumes and the
:.pirited acting of the players that the
audience felt themselves in another
world.
The plot centered about the forced en­trance
of a Roman maiden, Virgilia, into
the order of Vestals, her condemnation
for refusal to sacrifice to Vesta, and her
subsequent pardon by Constantine. The
role of Virgilia, a beautiful picture of
simple and pure womanhood. was ad·
mirably enacted by Eleanor Ford. The
masterly and truly masculine interpre­tation
of Con·inus,. the heroic and im­I>
ctuous soldier lover, by Alice Harvey,
was especially well done. Helen Tierney
as the slave Servia, Helen De Vaney as
Fla\-ia, the spiteful half sister of Vir·
gilia. and Elizabeth Costello as the mother
of (he heroine, were realistically ap­pealing.
N. t c.
A~XC'AL COXCERT
;\ most enjoyable evening was passed
by all who attended the concert of the
Xazareth Academy Orchestra and Glee
Club on Tuesday evening. )1ay 3. The
concen was divided into an orchestra
and a Glee Club program. The Junior
Orchestra. directed by Marion Clark,
ol>cned the recital with two se!tttions.
These were iollowed by several numbers
presented by the Academy Orchestra,
Annn Ryan directing. Virginia Clark
and :II[arion Xash played a trumpet duet.
Violin solos were given by 11adeline
;'I[ngin and Lillian Clark. and a violin
duet by Lucille Schreier and 11adeline
LaBar.
The vocal program consisted of solo~.
duets. and ensemble numbers. The duets
were rendered by ).Iary Sophie and Alice
llan'ey, Camilla HeddergOl and Kathleen
Kaseman. The soloists were Agatha
Young. :'Ilary Hendrickson. 11ildred
Handy. Bessie Bergan. Katherine Han­ley.
:\lIl1a Fennessy and Alice Han-e),.
The Junior Glee Club, under the direc­tion
of 1lar), Sophie, opened the second
hali of the program with two numbers.
The Senior Glee Club, directed by :\Iice
Harvey, followed with several songs. A
graceful 1l10\'ement presented by the
Junior Glee Club as a background to the
last chorus brought this pleasing pro­gram
to a close_ The concert was j\idged
a complete Sllccess by the entire audience.
Compliments were received from all sides
and the press notices were highly gratify­ing.
TWO
Middlemarch
George Eliot. in her preface to ~Iiddle­march.
recalls to us the story of Saint
Tere...a who. as a very little girl. ~tarte(1
out in search oi martyrdom. She did not
find sudden glorious death. but she found
life over the hills, and life has many
martyrs.
These martyrs in life are the ones with
whom George Eliot is concerned. Her
theme is the inevitable power of the petti­ness
of e\'eryday life. We see the slow
tide of that life, in Middlemarch. over­taking.
submerging a woman, who
dreamed \'aguely of doing a great good,
and a man, who dreamed of de\'oting his
whole life to ad\'ancing the progress of
medicine.
Eliot shows us, first. Dorothea and
Lydgate in the pride of their youth. with
their high ambition and their sure self­confidence.
We see them later. ship­wrecked.
cast up by the tide. \\'e see that
their lives can be, at best. only a com­promise
between their own high standards
and the standards of the \\'Orld.
The book is built up around three mar­riages.
Dorothea marries Casa\lbon very
early in the story. She has a rather vague
idea that he is a John ).[ilton and that she
will spend the rest of her life at his feet.
worshipping and taking dictation. For­tunately
Mr. Casaubon dies before Doro­thea
is completely disillusioned. As oil
widow, Dorothea is no more free to carry
out her own beloved plans than she was
as a wife or a girl. Kind friends check
and ad\'ise her at e\'ery turn. She finally
yields to the suit of Ladislaw.
The second marriage is that of Lydgate
anti Rosamond. Lydgate is a stranger in
).Jiddlemarch. a physician. He has too
many new ideas to please the professional
men. but a good appearance and relation­ship
with an old family to please romantic
young ladies. Rosamond is simply a ro­mantic
young lady, and she never for­gi\'
es Lydgate when she discovers that
matrimony is not quite what she th01.lght
it was.
The culmination of the lo\'e story in the
book is the marriage of Fred Vince)' and
:'olary Garth. Fred is a ~pojJed child who
has grown up with just two ideas. One
is that he will inherit Stone Court from
his Uncle Featherstone; the other is that
he will marry ~rary. But Featherstone
leaves his estate to an unheard of son
and Fred goes to work under the patient
direction of Caleb Garth. In the mean­time.
).[r. Bulstrode buys Stone Court
irom the son, and Fred. by hard work.
is eventually able to get possession of it.
These three stories are so closely inter­woven
in the book that it is not quite
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tnlthiu\ to give them as so distinct here.
They are bound together by the secondary
scenes and characters too numerous for
mention.
These secondary scenes and characters
abo supply the atmosphere. i\f rs. Bul­~
tro<lc's visit to ~frs. Hackbutt, when
public opinion against her husband is at
ih height. is one of these scenb. ).frs.
Hackbull think~ she will not be at home
because she i.:ould not bear to be the one
to break the news to poor dear Harriet.
Dut on second thought. ~he cannot bear
to miss a scene which may be dramatic
and which may give her so much to teU
~Irs. Toller afterwards.
The best of these scenes are those de­scribing
the last days of Featherstone's
life. when ).'[rs. Waule and Brother
Solomon keep watch in the drawing room,
while Jonah and Tom encamp in the
kitchen like so many birds of prey. The
reading of the will is the culmination of
this lillie ~ub plot. as well as the crisis in
Fred Vincey's life.
There is nOl, in this book. either a
spotless hero or a wholly reprobate vil­lain.
Hero and villain are in each of the
characters individually. The dramatic
intensity of the story depends rather on
the state of mind of the characters, than
on any mere incident.
Although ~rr. Bulstrode murders
Raffles as surely as though he poisoned
him. we are made to see so clearly his
thoughts and emotions that we realize his
course of action as not improbable.
Lydgate's voting against Farebrother
is not dramatic in itself but it is the first
step he takes toward making a com­promise
with life. His being in debt is
neither unusual nor tragic but the effect
of poverty on Rosamond and her effect
on Lydgate ruins his life.
In Dorothea's married life, there is no
unfaithfulne~s. no-cruelty. but there is, on
one side, reserve and d01.lbt, and on the
other side. sensitiveness and bewildered
youth trying to adjust itself to the reali­tie~
oi life. Dorothea's character is evi­dently
based on George Eliot's idea of
tht" Saint Tere.",a oi the prefare. ,\1_
though George Eliot calls attention, rather
too frequently. to Dorothea's angelic dis­position
we are more inclined to agree
with Celia's criticism of her. These peo­ple
who are determined to be martf)'s ar~
not always the easiest with whom to live.
\\'e do not get a very fa\'orable impres­sion
of her when she rei uses the ).Iahese
puppy because such things are wholly
u~eless. We might wi~h that we did not
ha"e to take Dorothea quite so seriously.
But we have to admire her wholly when
she goes to visit Rosamond for Lydgate's
sake. belie\'ing in her heart that Ladislaw
is in love with ROSl'lmond. In this scene,
Dorothea's tact and kindness and gen­erosity
win us completely.
Rosamond is supremely selfish and
supremely feminine. Her silent opposi­tion
to Lydgate c.xpresses itself only in
"the turning of her head on her long,
graceful neck.'·
Celia is a milder, more nondescript
edition of Rosamond. Like her. Celia is
one of those quietly determined people
who usually get their own way in the
end.
:Mary Garth is the only woman who
seems intelligelll and the only one with
the slightest sense of humor.
Lydgate is the dreamer, proud, sen­sith'e
and ambitious. In the beginning.
he is slightly cOlllemptuous of a man who
can play whist a\'idly for small stakes.
In the t!nd, he has fallen far lower than
that. His belief that he can Jive in the
\\'Orld but not of it. and the destruc.tlon
of that helief is his tragedy.
Fred Vincey is a likeable boy who will
go straight enough because he has Mary
to lead him. With someone else pulling
the strings, he could go very far wrong.
Casaubon typifies the pathetic man of
mediocre ability who undertakes a gigan­tic
task. Cold. narrow. with neither
depth nor clarity of thought. suspicious
even oi himself, he is more pathetic than
despicable.
Farehrother is the mild (\'nic who i~
always ready to sacrifice himself for
others.
James Chettam is the English country
gentleman. Stolid. not too intelligent,
clinging to the old traditions, he is the
type of man that we hal'e come to believe,
rightly or wrongly. is the bulwark of the
English empire.
~Jr. Brooks' life and philosophy seemed
to be Slimmed up i1\ two sentences which
he makes use of. all the time. One is,
"I went into that myself, you know."
The other is, "YOIl shouldn't go too far,
you know." After the first few chapters,
we are strongly tempted to skip tho~e
passages in which ~fr. Brooks does most
of the talking.
\ ViII Ladislaw is, to me. the most
appealillJZ and likeahle cilararter in the
book. He personifies all the carelessness,
the freedom from intolerance and pre­judice,
all the keen joy in living to which
these people in ).fiddlemarch seem tQ be
such Strangers. Into their narrow, tra­dition-
bound lives. he brings a little oi
the love of beauty for beauty's sake j and
the love of art because she is beauty's
handmaiden.
Having met these people for a brief
hour. and having learned a little of their
lives, it seems to me that one should read
a book twice before attempting to give
one's opinion of it. In the first hurried
rea'<iing, one is so apt to skip some pet
philosophy of the author. Then, too, if
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the first ~ting has been pleasant, why
should not the second be more so?
On the whole. I think that in some
leist!re hours I will go back again and re­new
acquaintance with myoid friends
there. Then I may possibly withdraw
every opinion that J ha\'e here expressed.
-E. 1Ic).L, '29.
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An Adventure in Tangled
Prose
I began "Diana of the Cros:>ways" with
a detennination to get through it. no mat­ter
what the cost. I wanted to see just
what made the reading of it like plodding
through a desert of sand. Really J was
surprised in the first chapter. 1 found
George Meredith absolutely clever. 1
had no idea that a man could rave on in
philosophical discussions and still be able
to condense truths in such an explicit way
as George :>.Ieredith can. Of course. to
arri\'e at these concise bi!:> of opinion you
must read ])ages and pages of treatises
that could well be weeded out. I think
that the opening chapter of this ixlok
required the mind of a genius to concact.
"The author introduces his rcader 10 his
heroine by a preface unintell igible to the
uninitiated." 1 can't recall having read
anything like it before. and still there was
so much said in it about women in gen­eral
an4 about Diana Merion in particular,
and it is all said in such a peculiar war
characteristic of ).1eredith that one cannot
hope to CO\'er it in a week or even two.
That first chapter more than any other in
the book. it seems to me. requires inten­sive
study. if one is to know what it is
all about. It is a deep philosophical essay
in itself. Here and there in this essay
we find clever aphorisms some of which
are ~ood and some not so good. Where­upon.
having plodded through seventeen
pages of philosophizing. four*fifths being
unintelligible. but the other fifth perfectly
delightful. we reach the last sentcnce of
the first chapter .-"\\'herewith let us to
our story. the frolh being Ollt of the
bottle." We could ha\'e skipped the first
chapter withom losing a bit of the story­bm
I doubt whether we would know
~lcredith quite so welL
The plot is de\'er, but it is nothing more
than a trianglc story. revolving around the
personality of Diana of the Crossways.
Diana evidently had chann. Else how do
you account ior the special attraction that
makes everyone adore her ,-that is. e\'ery*
one except her husband. who would have
to be different to gi\'e the story interest.
The entire book is Diana; even through
the philosophical passages there is some
train of thought that brings yO\1 quickly
back to her. The men are mere puppets,
not that Diana ensnares them wilfully­far
be it from ).leredith to represent his
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heroine in such a light. :>'Ien are simply
victims to Diana's radiance. She can't
help it. Evcn Redworth. whom we like
a great deal from the very first. i~ swayed
by her per:;onality. This inRuence seems
carried jllst a little too far to seem
nahlrai. There may he people in the
world who have thi~ power of attraction
to such an extent. btlt I have ne\'cr met
one.
Then. too. the conver..ations in the book
are absolutely impossihle. ).Ian doe~n't
ordinarily philosophize for plea:>ure-at a
ball for instance. :>.Ieredith ha" a style
all his own. His phrases are peculiar and
characteristic. It seems out of place.
however. when we find. in the midst of
slich precise language. a reierence to the
"raciest English" or when we find a lord
remarking, "She's a new bird." This
really sounds dreadfully like slang.
Then there are some very de\'erly writ*
ten passages on I reland throughout the
book. For instance; "Irishmen. as far
as I ha\'e seen of them. are, like horses,
bundle of nen'es; and yOtl OlUst manage
them as you do with all nervous creatures.
with firmness. but good temper. You
must never get into a fury of the nerves
yourself with them. Spur and whip they
don't want, they'll be off with you in a
jiffy if yOll try it. They want the bridle
rein. That seems to me the secret of
I rish character. We English are not bad
horsemen. It's a wonder we blunder so
in our management of such a people:'
And again. "For 'tis Ireland gi\'es Eng­land
her soldiers, her generals. too:' In
speaking of the Irish agitation he says.
"You have taught them it is English as
well as common human nature to feel an
interest in the dog that has bitten you."
And then we find elsewhere a phrase of
Diana's when exonerating the actions of
the Irish: "1 think it i~ rather the
reminiscences of the tooth that once
recei\'ed a stone when it e.xpected candy."
Really it is dreadfully hard to see just
which side 11eredith ~tand!' all. I think
perhaps that he wa!; trying to o\'erthrow
his national prejudice for the time being,
so that he could make his storv more im­partial
for his heroine's benefit.
Other pithy sayings throughout the
ixlok make it stimulating. for e:-;ample. in
regard to Poetry, "Those that haxe souls
meet their fellows there"; in regard to
Oratory, "It is always the more impres­sive
for the spice of temper which renders
it untrustworthy."
"\\'hat a woman thinks of women is
the test of her nature."
"The weather and women have some
resemblance they say. Is it tme that he
who reads the one can read the other;"
"We live alone, and do llOt much feel
it till we are \·isitcd."
Isn't it a pity that a man who could
write such brilliant things about human
nature should draWl} a great deal of his
art in the sea of pseudo-philosophy? 1
can't help admiring the man for his won­derful
grasp of situations. but I pity him
dreadfully for having to figure out the
whys and whereiores of c\'ery action.
Sometimes these words of Diana apply
to ~Ieredith himself; "To be pointedly
rational is a greater difficul ty for me than
a fine delirium." But as :\nl1a :>.rcClure
Scholl says. "This is a year-long nO\'e!
for the reading, and like 'The Egoist'
requires perhaps a lifetime for digestion."
And so [ must not judge too harshly at
this first hurried reading. I most surely
will read the book again when I have a
great deal of time to think ovcr ).Iere­dith's
remarks. I hope then to get more
out of it.
;\1. B. '1'., '29.
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Alas. mv friends. alas!
Our ~Iar pole days they pass
1'\0 longer can we e!ass
As gay and graceful dancers.
Grim hail and rain and snow
Shall cease to bring us woe;
No wind our skirts can blow
In wild disaste r.
The May pole's laid away
Praise Heav'n it's had its day.
Are we the ones to say
It shall return herea her ?
+ + +
Femininity
\\'hen all the world was very young­:\
few thousand years ago--
I was a flower and you were the SUIl
And I looked at you f rom below;
You smiled and warmed me with your
smile
_\nd dried my tears of dew,
But my heart ached beneath the soil:
You smiled at other Rowers 100!
H. S. C., '28.
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Chemistry Notes
Oll, ye toilers and burners of the mid­night
oil, your hours of labor have not
been in vain. The cost of illumination
and the e:-;;penditure of energy were great,
'tis true. but now you are about to be re­warded.
Persevere JUSt a few weeks
more and all the afternoons spent in the
Lab will not go ior naught. Recently,
in one of the city papers an "ad" appeared
that will solve the problem of yOtlr voca­tion.
It went something like this:
\\'AXTED-A college graduate, prefer-ably
one who has made a special study
of chemistry, to fill a position in a
national bureau of research,-to weigh
rats.
There! the blow has fallen, look )'e
to it.
It was an ideal Indian summer morn­ing
in late October. The campus of
Everest College was unusually attractive
in its coloriul autumn garb. To restless
eyes looking down upon it from class­room
windows it alluringly extended an
invitation to forget books and to have a
good time out in the open. Besides, it
was Friday, the most trying day of the
week and. hence, the most tempting On
which to "cut" classes.
However, one student was immune to
the spell which t\ature was casting about
many of her sons. Xot because he
wanted to be--oh, nO, not at all. Too
many times had he neglected duty for
pleasure. In fact, the doleful sentence
had [ately come to him that for one more
cm from any class whatsQe\'er, the pen­alty
would be suspension irom the foot­ball
tcam. What deterrent could be more
powerful to the enthusiastic full-back of
E\·erest College?
Such was the predicament of Dick
Weston who was, just then, in body but
not in mind, attending an English III
class. The dogged dctermination on his
boyish face, the anxious look in his clear,
piercing blue eyes, the hands thru~t
impetuously every now and then through
his curly. chestnut-brown hair, the square
set of his remarkably broad shoulders, all
told the keen observer that Dick's mind
was far away from the technique of
Elizabethan drama.
The whole atmosphere was pervaded
with an air of anticipation. anxiety. and
unrest. The professor was the only per­son
who seemed unaware that to-morrow
was the big foot-ball game against Bentley
College. For three successive years
Everc~t had been obliged graciously to
accept defeat from the Bentley outfit, but
to-morrow---.
So the minutes of the day dragged by
with exasperating slowness to Dick.
Classes o\·er. he hurried to get out into
the open. .·\t the foot of the stairs he
passed a group of fenows and was
greeted by a sharp crack on the back.
"How's the old man?" someone asked.
"All set for the game to-morrow?" an­other
inquired. He did ,not stop to talk
but hurried on to ·'Red" O'Brien who
was waiting for him at the door.
"Why all the speed, my fair Mercury?"
greeted Red. slipping his arm into Dick's
and falling into step with him.
"Promised Mrs. Parsons, my landlady,
that 1 would read to Henry to-night. He's
not so well these days and the poor
woman worries herself sick about him,"
replied Dick.
"You certainly are big-hearted, you old
thing," said Red, poking him in the ribs
and beaming on him affectionately.
"Kot at all," contradicted Dick. "She's
so good to me-just like a mother. I
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know she'd do anything for me. and the
least I can do is to relieve her for a few
hours. now and then. That boy is all she
has in the world and it pleases her so to
have me take an interest in him."
"~fust be a pretty tough job. this nurst:­maid
stuff," commented Red sympathetic.
ally.
"Xot half bad." returned Dick. "I
admire that fellow a lot. He is so plucky.
Sits there all day and watches us huskies
go by but never complains. Besides. he
is interesting to talk to. Likes to hear
about sports. the doings at college, and
lo\·es books of all kinds. Being with a
fellow like that. Red. makes you want to
thank God for what He has done for
you."
For a few minutes they swung along
in silence. Suddenly Red e.xclaimed:
"Great guns, Dick, we've simply got
to beat Bentley tomorrow. \\·e·ve worked
up good team-work this year. and there's
no reason why we can't hold our own
provided we don't have to send in any
subs. I heard the coach say this morn­ing
that if we have to use subs we're
sunk."
"Xow don't go borrowing trouble. old
Rain-in-the-Face. We ought to be tough
enough to stand the gaff," vigorously
returned Dick.
They were nearing the humble cottage
where Dick roomed, called "the widow's."
Before Red left Dick he earnestly added:
'"Don't study, get into the feathers
early. and keep your head dear ot worry
so that you can do your stuff to-morrow."
·'Thanks for the advice. grand-dad. See
you in the morning." and, with an earnest
glance, the two chums parted.
Dick was met in the hallway by a
middle-aged. grey-haired. motherly-look­ing
little woman.
"I'm so glad you're home early,'· she
whi.spered. "Henrv'", not verY well to·
day. He complain~ of pains i~ his head
and I've been doing everything I can
think of for him but he doesn't seem to
get any hetter."'
.. X e\·er mind,·· Dick reassured her.
·'l\·e a good book here and he'll forget
all his troubles when he gets into this."
But it was nOt such an casv matter to
have Henry forget his troubles. Dick
read to him, talked with him, told him all
about the big game scheduled for the
morrow, but Henry sat there unmoved,
his white face drawn with pain.
After supper. Dick tried to study. but
to no a\"3.il. About eight o'clock h~
received a telegram from his mother say­ing
that she was coming to see him win
the game to-morrow. "Dear ~Iother,·'
he thought, "she doesn't know a thing
about foot-ball. but she is only coming to
please me.·'
He told the good news to Mrs. Par·
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sons with whom he always shared his
joys, but from whom he tried to conceal
his worries. As he started for his room
again, he said:
"I'm turning in early to-night because
to-morrow wiU be a big day for me; but
if you want an}1:hing during the night,
Mrs. Parsons, don't hesitate to caU on
me."
"Thank you, dear boy," she said, "but
I hope I shan't have to. Henry is sleep­ing
now and I trust he'll be all right by
morning."
Dick was in bed by eight-thirty, but to
get to sleep was another question. All
he could think of was the game,-SO much
depended on him as full-back j Everest had
to win this time; his mother was coming
just to see him play j what if it should
rain; if only the regular team could stay
in full time-until finally he fell into a
sound sleep.
it seemed that he had just dozed off
when there was a knock at his door and
he heard Mrs. Parsons calling his name
in a low but anxious "oice. He was up
in an instant and hurried to the door.
"\Vhat's the matter? Is Henry worse?"
"Yes. I didn't want to call you but he
has a high temperature and is delirious
and we've got to have the doctor. I can't
leave him and--"
"Never mind, I'll get him for you,"
offered Dick generously.
She thanked him with tears in her eyes
and hurried back to her patient.
~feanwhile Dick, having hurriedly
dressed. ran from the house in the direc­tion
of Dr. Sawver's. It was two A. M.
when he arrived at the doctor's house.
~luch to his dismay, he was informed that
the doctor had just left on a night call at
the other end of the town. Dick did not
hesitate for a moment but continued his
quest for the doctor. Meanwhile, his
thoughts were upon the game. "·ould
this loss of sleep and extra exertion tell
upon him? He couldn't skip his morn­ing
classes because he had used all his
"cuts". He had to report for duty on his
milk route at five-thirty. Oh well, he
would pull through somehow. Anyway,
no matter what it meant. Henry had to
have a doctor-and so he continued to
turn o\·er the problem in his mind as he
steadily h\lrried onward.
By five o'clock the crisis was over, and
Dick, relieved though a little tired,
started Cut for the dairy. He hurried
through his route hoping to have time to
steal a little rest before his first class.
Returning to the dairy about st:ven-thirty,
he espied a tempting hay·stack in the
shade of a barn, an ideal place for a little
snooze. He just had to have some sleep
and one hOllr would fix him up fine.
Morning classes were about to begin
at Everest CoJlege. Groups of students
were standing here and there talking about
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the coming evellt. Suddenly someone
asked. "Where's Dick, by the way. Has
anyone !;(!en him?""
Red O'Brien who was thinking the
same thing with growing uneasiness. re­plied
with feigned assurance, "Oh. he'll
be along any moment now."
The bell rang and the boys reluctantly
straggled off to their re~pecti\'e classes­all
bllt Hed. lie stood there perplexed
for a moment. Should he search for
Dick or go to class? Could something
have happened to him ~ He was all right
last night when he left him. He knows
he cannot afford to miss another class.
He'll surely turn up although something
rnav have callSed him to be a few minutes
lat~. Clinging fast to this last hope, Red
went to class, only to regret il later.
1\0, Dick Weston did not apl>ear for
any class all morning. The matter was
reported to the dean and straightway it
was announced that Dick \\"eston was
scholastically disqualified to play in the
game that afternoon. Consternation fiUe<!
the hearts of aU the boys. Oh. why did
he do such a thing? It was folly now to
hope to win against the strong and con­fident
Bentley team. ~Iany were the
maledictions uttered against the best
full·back that Everest had known for a
long time.
In the meantime. the sun mounting
high in the cloudless heavens had made its
way over a certain large ham and was
beating down with relentless warmth upon
a certain robust youth of twenty-two,
peacefully asleep on a haystack. The
unusual brightness awakened him. He
was very warm. He smelled hay. Where
in the world was he? Such were the
thoughts that ·Ieisurely tra"erse<! the
mind of Dick Weston as he awoke from
a refreshing sleep. Suddenly, regaining
consciousness, he fumbled for his watch,
finding out, to his dismay that it was
half'past eleven. He bounded up the
road toy,:ard5 Everest. greatly alarmed as
each moment brought new realization oi
the seriousness of his predicament. \Vhat
if they wouldn't let him go in the game
and his mother was coming purposely to
.see him play" The word~ of Red came
back to him with full force. "Ii we have
to use subs we're sunk." If Everest lost
it would be all his fault. How could he
ever make it right with the boys? His
last hope was that the faculty would
accept his explanation and let him play.
Howel'er, it was a mighty slim chance.
As it happened, the first persoll he met
was the coach himself. in a terrible humor
at being obliged to put in a substitute for
the most important position on the learn.
U\Vhat a fine mess you have \15 in now."
he fumed. "How in the name of hea\'en
could you cut a class knowing what it
meant to the college and to us? :\re you
so selfish that your own interests are
. more important than-"
"Let me e.'(plain:' broke in Dick.
THE GLEA~ER
"Explain I Try to explain. You'll have
to have a pretty good eXl"use and hesides
you're off the team anyway for this aiter­noon's
game so what difference does IT
make?"
Dick was silent for a moment.
"Where were you all morning?" bel­lowed
out the coach, his wrath increas­ing
upon looking at the helpl~, speech­less
boy.
"It's all a mi~take. an accident, I fel!
asleep in-"
"Fell asleep, did you ~,. scornfully re­peated
the coach. "\\'ell baby boy, now
that yotl have had your morning nap. go
home and take another one this after­noon.
\\'e need men on our team, ne'.
softies and quitlen;."
A crowd of fellows had gradualll'
gathered around the pair in time to see
Dick openly and shameful!y humiliated.
Some enjoyed his embarra~sment and
thought it was not half enough for a fel-.
low who would leave his Alma ~fater in
the lurch the last moment. Others
se<::retiy felt sorry for him. They admired
him ior taking the punishment with such
self-control, still believing that he must
have some good reason although his
attempted explanation did sound absurd.
But as Dick tlIrned to go, he saw only
the unsympathetic grins and hostile looks
of the group. It was useless 10 try to
explain. They were all against him and
would not J>elieve him, anyway.
Half an hour later, he stole quietly up
the stairs to his room and locked the door.
taking all precautions against being heard
by )1 rs. Parsons. But the house: was still,
and the alert ear of the mother. watching
beside her sleeping boy, heard the
muffled steps and wondered why Dick had
gone to his room so steathily. Then she
smiled to hersel f and blessed the dear boy
for being so careful not to distrub Henry.
Dick, alone at last, stmggled with
clenched fists to keep back the hot. burn­ing
tears which blinded him. Finally,
surrendering, he threw himself across his
bed and gave vent to his feelings. How
could he ever go back and face everyone
again? \\'hy had he taken such a chance
for the sake oi a little sleep: If he could
only explain.
The minutes ticked slowly by. Mrs.
Parsons wondered why Dick was so quiet
for such a long time. The clock in the
hall stmck two and she began to become
anxious.
Unable to stand the suspense any
longer. she went upstairs and rapped on
his door. calling to him.
Dick was startled. She must ha"e
heard him come in. He tried to answer
her cheerfully but there was a huskiness
in his '·oice. Xor did this escape the
keen perception of the little woman out­side
the locked door.
"Dick, dear. aren't you going to play
to-day?" she directly asked.
"The game doesn't start till later. I
have lots of time," he evasively answered.
~I rs. Parsons paused a moment, a
strong suspicion filling her heart. Then
she went all:
"\Yould you mind coming down-stairs
and sitting with Henry while 1 go for
some medicine?"
"\\'hy no, not at all." was the ready
reply.
Mrs. Parsons quickly slipped on hat
and coat. hurried up the road. past the
drug-store. on towards Everest. The first
student she met she stopped and asked:
"Isn't Dick ::\'e .... 1:0n going to play in
the game this afternoon ~.,
The young man hesitated a moment
before answering.
"::\'0. he isn't."
"And why not?'"
"He was absent from all his morning
classes and that disqualified him,"
"Where was he?"
"I don't know. He tried to gi\'e some
sort of excuse that he fell asleep some­where
but nobody would listen to him.
It's too bad. both for him and for
Everest--"
The little woman waited for no more.
She was on her way to the dean's office.
An hour later, an old fli\'\'er came tear­ing
up the road. Dick heard it stop in
front of the house, but was too deeply
obsessed by his own Troubles to pay any
aUention to it.
~Irs. Parsons hurried into the house
with a satisfied and joyful expression on
her face. She motioned Dick outside. He
wonderingly obeyed. The next thing he
knew. he was grabbed by Red O'Brien
and Jack Belmont and bustled into the
waiting Ford without a word of explana­tion.
"You'll be just about in time for the
last quarter," e.'(citedly exclaimed Jack,
driving like a madman.
Red gazed upon Dick admiringly as
they went flying over the bumps.
"You're a real hero. you modest "ioler.
Why on earth didn't you tell us."
Gradually light d~wned on the dazed
mind of Dick Weston.
""That "'"Oman certainh· is an angel,"
was all that he said. •
After that ,his spirits rose rapidly,
"\Vhat's the score," was his first question.
"Six 10 nothing in favor of Bentley,
and Whitey Da"is, playing in your posi­tion.
is gil'ing out la"st. Go in and dean
'em up."
\\'hen Dick Weston ran into the field
at the beginning of the last quarter, he
was fresh. "igorous, and happy-hearted.
He was greeted with a storm of cheers
from the Everest side. He would show
them whether or not he was a quitter.
His mother must be somewhere in the
crowd, cheering for him. All these
thoughts ga\'e him added strength. He
was like a whirlwind. no opposition could
stop him. Yard by yard he fought his
(Collliullcd 011 ""flc 12)
If the writer of "The Re\'o!t of a.
::\Iiddle-Aged Father," an article appear­ing
in the May issue of "The Atlantic
::\Ionthly," a college man himself, "not
only that, but possessor oi a Ph.D., an
academic man by disposition. author of
half a dOlen serious books. and a mem­ber
of the \V. '''.'. A. fraternity," knew
thm a college Junior was presuming to
wax indignant at some of his statements,
he would prob."tbly think exen less of the
modern system of college education which
he fa\'or:> none too strongly. However,
it mu:>t be admitted that ::\Ir, 1. ::\1. Ru­binow
is very sincere in his criticism and
much that he says is all tOO true. On the
other hand, he seems to ha\'e little real
foundation for some of his opinions. al1d
he oftell confuses exception with rule.
He begins by telling us that he has a
daughter in X college, a small fresh­water
college with an excellent reputation.
where admission is fraught with many
difficulties. and so forth. Then he speaks
of the disad\'antages his son is undergo­ing
as the result of attending a large
university, the ·'impersonal. machine-like
process of degree·making. the absence of
true college life."
From the two pictures we judge that
his daughter's college is perfect. Since
it wa~ near his city, he could run do\\'n
for an evening meal, or an occasional
Saturday afternoon, Thus he obtained an
illiimoU glimpse of present-day college
life. and his doubts began to arise.
Xow I ask you, who could get an
illlimatc view of college life at an eve­ning
meal or on a Saturday afternoon?
He found loud talking, laughing and
joking; he found happy boys and girls.
but not the atmosphere of an educational
institution. It reminded him more of a
summer hotel and to make matters worse,
he h:'ltes summer hotels. But SeriO\ls!y.
must this atmosphere he was seeking
emanate cominuously from buildings and
students? Are happiness and college life
so terrihly incongruous. especially at an
enming meal or on a Saturday after­noon
~ :\ college would be an instinllion
in the worst sense of the word, were it
concealed in the dense mist of mere in­telle(
Ctuality.
H is daughter's argument is about as
logical as anything he says; "But this is
unfair. You have been here only during
leisure hours. Our classes meet in the
daytime. you know." And surely, if it
is a college "with an e.xceJlent reputation."
entrance into which "confers some dis­tinction,"
those classes must be prepared
for.
The working week of college students.
of 35 hours, 1fr. Rubinow calls "pretty
easy" in comparison with the working
hours of millions of young people ill
productive occupatiom. This i" appre­ciated,
as far as possible. by one who has
THE GLEANER
-WHY REVOLT?
never worked in the field of prod\Ktive
occupations. Prospects do not seem very
bright for a good part of these millions
of young people. but I am willing to
wager that many a college student. before
going to sleep on some fille e\'enings. has
envied the office clerk who is very sure
just how the next day's work will be
accomplished. Perhaps the work is
me(Chanical. but it goe:> smoothly along.
The average undergraduate student, he
say~. find~ time for amateur dramatics,
journalhm. cluhs. ::;orne manage to work
at \'arious occupations. I f some do this,
he thinks that the others must ha\'e much
time to wa~te. But doesn't he say the
a\'erage smdent? \\'hy pick out the un­usual:
Then he enumerates the length
of vacation, and concludes,
"So upon the partial idleness-or
leisure. a more euphemistic expressioll­of
the school-year there is superimposed
the total leisure of the numerous and pro­longed
\·acation~."
Ii you were trying to decide between
entering college or the field of productive
occupation. would you not choose the
former after reading this paragraph?
~1r. Rubinow makes it appear to be the
line of least resistance.
Furthermore he says, "Exciting as
bricklaying may be as an experience for
the future physician, college professor, or
bond salesman. it isn't exactly a prepara­tion
ior his profession. And yet. the
college years are year~ of preparation:'
Very true. but beggar~ ca.n't be choos­ers.
and ju:>t what opportunities are
offered the undergraduate for the work
he would like to pursue. for three months,
when the world is full of people, far
more competent. lOOking for the same
work? ;\[oroover. bricklaying not only is
"exciting;" it brings college youth into
a contact he wO\dd never feel if he were
preparing especially for his profession.
and association with different states of
society will ne\'er hurt any real man. but
rather ha\'e a broadening influence. \\'hat
better time than college years to .receive
impressions? hn't this preparation?
::\{r. Rubinow follow" with a statement
oi statistics: cost of college education,
collective social cO~t, total college bill. etc.,
all true and not to be contested.
Then comes this remark. "Surely even
we complacent. middle-aged Americans
do not mean to ~ay. 'Let the middle-aged
and the old folk". those of fifty )'ears and
over. work more and harder, so that our
boy~ and girls between 18 and U may
have more time to play while they an:
studying a little.' But that is exactly
what \\'e are doing."
It sounds as if Mr. Ruhinow thought
of colleges a~ nurseries, or at least kinder­gartens.
But college graduates are
accomplishing a great deal in this world
for having had such a wonderful play-
Page NinO;!
time while in schooL
Again. he says that the effort to obtain
this ideal general education and culture
is encouraged by neither college nor stu­dent
body.
Perhaps the student body is lacking
in this respeet but it does not seem to
me that any college should be in existence
if it does not mean to encourage educa­tion.
I t would have no reason for being
in e..xistence; moreover it would soon lose
the reputation he acknowledges for the
small college. But consider the number
that are in existence and see if you can
agree with the statement of ::\Ir. Rubinow
as far as the college itself is concerned.
"Education is an important part of life.
But should it e\'er occupy al1 of life:"
What does he mean? All life is in itself
an education but school education has
never in all history occupied all of life.
In the Cary formula. " Study, play,
work," ::\Ir. Rubinow aCC1.lses colleges of
putting the greatest emphasis on play and
considering work as a necessary evil or
Ilone at al1. I think he rather exaggerates
or at any rate has a strong aversion to
play. or has had a \'ery fortunate experi­ence
and generalized unduly from it.
Then he says, "But all this Latin, we
know, means no more than the two Hor~e
Guards, standing on duty in London,
mean in the economic problems of the
British Empire." I ha\'e always heard
that this study trained the mind at least.
Mr. Rubinow asks. "\\,hy is it neces­sary
to force the partaking of this mental
pabulum into a period of four years?
Why does this educational process cal!
for four years of so-ca1!ed college life?"
He answers with. "There is no reason
whatever. Books, lecture courses. li­braries
are or ought to be sufficient." But
how many would use them of their own
accord or how many really know how to
use them?
"First and foremost. college delays
entry into life's work by four years."
But there does ha\'e to be some prepara­tion
for many professions.
"Se(Condly. a habit of excessi\'e leisure
is definitel\' established." I do not see
his point o'f view. It may be the excep­tion
but not the mle. My experience of
college hns afforded no "excessive
leisure."
Thirdly. he thinks that college leads to
confusion of the personal problems of the
student and cites as an example students
who major in English and have wild
drea.ms of becomin.g' known writers. sim­ply
because sometimes their work hap­pens
to appear in college publications
when they really have no talent at all.
Did Mr, Rubinow himself nev('r dream?
He gives fine motives for a college
career. nine of them. Number seven
though, might be questioned-"primarily
for girls. the opportunity for a marriage
Page Ten
COLLEGE DUST
Some one said. "Why do they call it
vacation ?, She was emerging from thc
library with a slack of hooks up to her
chin. Xe\'ertheless there was time for
some of the usual festi\'ities that accom­pany
Easter holidays.
.t. .t. .t.
~Iary Swan' and bearc~t each gave a
luncheon and bridge juSt to get the crowd
together.
I was wondering why half the Sopho­more
class were so tired one Monday not
so long ago. Soon it came out-a steak
roast. and a wonderful time.
+ + + The day before the Prom the Juniors
had a luncheon and theater party. Those
Juniors surely do like to entertain.
.t. .t. ..1.
Buffalo had 'its allotment oi Xazarenes.
Mary Connelly and )1ary Swan upheld
the honor for us there. \"hell you ask
mechanically. "Did you ha\'e a good
time ~,. they look at you pityingly and
shrug their shoulder~.
+ + +
Helen Ritz entertained in honor of
Mabel Costich who was home for spring
vacation from Xotre Dame. ~Iany of the
K. C. girls know )fabel.
+ + +
Oh. Cyrilla. those letter~ from Kica-ragua!
.t. ..1. .t.
l\Iargaret )icPhec' and Jean Hayward
spent Easter week in New York. conse­quently
both mil'sed the Prom. But it
was worth it-so say both of them.
.!.. .!. .!.
I t takes so ~l1ch sj)ace to enumerate all
the girls that helong to each crowd thaI
next semester we are going to suggest
to the society editor that she assign num­bers,
dh'iding each class into sections
resembling patrols. Anyway. one crowd
of the Juniors had a part)' on Raster
Monday. You know who they are so
that's all that matters.
.!. .!. ..:.
Eleanor O'Connor' had a'tea during the
holidays. Many of the boarders were
there.
+ + + Upon asking one of the Katies of the
Freshman dass what she did during the
I'acalion and receiving the reply "e\'ery­thing
she could," 1 take it she had a good
time.
Miss O'Con~or w!;. awat on a vacation
when her family decided to be ill. so she
had to come home. \Ve are sorry 10 hear
of the illness and hope she didn't catch
whatever it " .. as.
+ + +
The condolence column will now con­tinue.
Irma Fagan has been out of school
for a week with a 5e\'ere case of tonsillitis.
Also Connie Hogan is in line for sym-
THE GLEANER
path), for the same reason. \'1';: hope
you're better in time for exams, Connie.
(Now I ask you-is that reall\' ~y"l­pathy?)
+ + +
I armO~1 forgol the Junior Prom!
What can 1 say a"ide f rom the fact that
it was a tremendous succes~. e\"erybody
looked marvelous-prom men '''''r\! e... ..c it­ing-
and altogether it wa!> a thrilling
affair.
Warning! Only about tw·~ more date
nights until we hibernate (in spring) for
finals. So catch up on your correspond-ence.
etc.
N. t c.
"The Scene Changes"
Some person (I won't name it. but,
man to man. it happens to be the edilOr)
has commissioned me to write an article
on our college "bam." '. \\'ilI the cynics
in my audien~ kindly refrain from mak­ing
an)' superfluous remarks or casting
unseemly slurs on the aiore-nleillione<l
word:') Beiore: enter upon thi~ deli­cate
and not too well known subject, r
wish to state that my sympathies in the
matter are wholly neutral. and that any
statements which I. in my blundering lack
of tact on the one hand. or e... .. treme en­thusiasm
on the other. may chance to
make are not to be misconstrued. nor is
our honored faculty to lake offense be­cause
I choose an original method of
treating my subject.
A few months back. when our dear
little Freshmen were but a hazy possi­bility
and our Sophomores were sti!! too
young and unsuspecting to dare anything
at their own risk. a certain group of
Juniors. weighed down by the pressure
of menacing studies and the follies of
ttnder-dassmen. decided to seck new
fields. The large. imposing. and really
fine building in the rear offered unique
possibilities. therefore it became their
business to explore it.
Columbus himself. when first he
stepped upon this virgin shore. could not
have experienced a greater thrill of joy
than did our Juniors on beholding for
the first time the innards of that miracle.
the barn. On ascending the dark and
winding stairs they came upon a perfect
paradise (as they then thought. poor
innocents) of long rooms and cute little
windows. (The bllilder had expressed
even here his mania for plate-glass).
They would turn it into a beautiful rest­room
whcre one could come at any hour
of the day and find sweet repose. Scrub
brushes and cleaning cloths became the
order of the day; under their skillful
touch. the floor took on that sickl"
brownish tinge so redolent of spring
tonics and amateur painters. And­crowning
tollch,-they even went so far
as to design curtains. gorgeous cretonne
things (2 yards for a quarter) of splashy
colors and crazy hems. Curtains-that
was the fatal error j the spirit of every
horse who ever neighed haunted us with
the loudest "nays" of all.
At this point my story slumps rapidly,
-as did also reform in the barn. These
dear Junior., suddenly disco\'ered they
1'0:\Se~>oe<1 ah,;olutely no fllnd~ with
which to furnish the place, nor, once fur­nished.
was there any way in which to
keep from perishing with cold. However
hot one's rage O\'er e;.;:ams and other
scholastic necessities one cannot hope to
e;.;:ist on these internal fires. So ends
period I in the history of "our worst
haiL"
This spring we beheld strange sights
in the \'icinity of that building once re·
christened "The Crange." \\·orkmen
desecrate the sacred spot. tearing out
those \'ery bricks where once we hoped
to hang darling little pictures and sweet
mementoe~. But the last and most UII­kindest
cut of all was the remo"al of our
precious curtains,-pitiful ensigns ftap­ping
in the dust.
The authorities tell us that when we
return next year this structure will be
con\'erted into assembly room, class
rooms and cafeteria. What a prosaic end
for such a glorious object! Hereafter
we are to refer to it as Freshman Hall.
To the mind of some, ';fresh" is hardly
the word. considering the various and
assorted phases through which it has
passed.
-11. R., '28.
N. t c.
Why Revolt?
(CQlltililled from page 9)
market;" men are often wary oi educated
women. And then number nine-"Xoth­ing
else to do, e;.;:cept work." and college
is preferable to that. Well.-maybe.
?lIT. Rubinow's plan would change
buildings. iaculties, tnlstees, college presi­dents
and he thinks it might be worth
while. Howe\'er, the world seems to be
getting along fairly well with so many
of the 11Ildergraduates he CrltlClzes
graduated. -R. E., '28.
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TH E GLEA N ER Page Eleven
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WiUie: "The Hague Tribunal ar-"
Teacher: "Don't!>3)' 'The Hague
Tribllnal are: Willie, use is."
Willie: "The Hague Tribuna! isbi·
trates national controver:;ies,"
+
"I know where you I:all get a good
chickt'n dinner for only 15 cents,"
"Where ?"
""\t the ieed store:'
+ + +
English history puzzle" me.
I never could see wh}·,
That after all those awiul reigns
It ~Iill should ~ ,;0 dry,
+ + +
:'IIary Forshee's father I:ame to see her
one Sunday recently. a not unusnal but
alway!> thrilling occurrence.
I call my girl London because she's
always ill a fog.
+ + +
"How do you make soap?"
"Oh, it just 'Ouz'."
+ + +
Little tidhit!> from the writings of great
scholars;
"The Indians call their women squabs:'
"Heathen are paragons that wash up
idle thin",<TS."
"Jackson's campaign in the Valley was
the g reate~t piece of millinery work ever
known."
"The Duke of Clarence, according to
his usual cu~tom was killed in hattIe."
"Columbus cursed around the \\'est
Indies."
+ + +
Mary: "Did your boy friend ever give
you orchid!>?"
Helen: "Xo, but if he did he'd ha\·e
to put them on my grave."
:'Ilary: "Why?"
Helen: "I'd drop dead from the
shock."
Page Twelve
The Hero
(Continucd from page 8)
wav into the Bentley field. He caught
the- baU time and again with a firm and
confidem grasp and was off like the wind,
alwavs gaining.
One more yard to go 1 Two more
minutes to pl",y! The crowd was on its
ieet. Once more. Dick pulled the ball
Ollt oi the air with sure hands. He
doggedly battled his way around the
opposition and placed the ball neatly ovel
the line. The crowds almost went mad
with excitement. Xow. at least, EveresT
had a chance.
Tie score. One more minute to play.
The ball was placed on the line for
Dick. With unbelie\'able compoS\lre, he
sent the ball ewer the bars with a Aawless
drop-kick . The guns went off. Everest
had ddeated its most fea red opponent.
Dick was raised aloft on the ~houlders
oi his cla5s-mates and paraded around the
field amid the cheers of all. He was so
happy he eQuid S(;arcely breathe.
As soon as he could get away. he
hurried to the edge of the crowd when~
a little figu re in black seemed to be
anxiously waiting for someone.
"::-'[other." he cried, running towards
her and lifting her off her feet in hi!;
strong embrace. Tear~ of joy filled her
eyes. as. wit h a radiant smile ~he said,
"~!y son. I'm proud of you."
H. It, '28.
N. t c.
A patient teacher was trying to show
the smaU boy how to read with ex­pression.
"\Vhere-are-you-going?" read
Johnny. laboriously. with no accent what­e\'
u. "Try that again," said the teacher,
"Read as if you were talking. Xotice
that mark at the end." J ohnny studied
the interrogation mark a moment, and an
idea seemed to dawn \lpon him. Then
he read triumphantly, "Where are you
going. little buttonhook?"
+ + +
Landlady : "Would you mind, sir.
ha\ing tea this morning? I'm sorry to
say the coffee is quite c. .... hausted."
Boarder: "Quite exhausted? I'm not
at all surprised. It's been in a "ery weak
condition for a long time."
+ + +
"Last night." said the blonde cashier, ';1
had a dream that my watch had gone. and
the shock woke me up."
"Did you find the watch gone?" asked
the deli very boy.,
"Xo." giggled the cashier, "but it was
going."
T t +
Professo r~ "Xo\\,. this plant belongs
to the begonia family."
Ywtor: "Ah, yes, and you're keeping'
it iOT them while they're away."
An event t~ be tx,ke/ fo rward to---­going
home !
THE GLEANER
Song
. \ ~hattered. ~ih'en' moonbeam.
A "iolin's thin, -long' wail
Playing time ior the dancing gleam.
Leaping irom slow wa\'e to wave.
The slender loity pine trees risc
l"nderneath a ~ing'le "tar.
L-nto the dark blue "eh'et ~kies,
And curved splinter of a moon.
o Beauty of the iragrant night.
Hand in hand tread lightly here
\Yith youth. until the breaking light
Ends your beauty and Ollr dance.
E. ::-'Ic::-'L. '29.
N. t c.
To Our Flag
Oh, beauteous symbol of a beauteous
land,
Thy glowing colors pale the very 5ky.
Thy billowy fo lds in grace out"ie the
reeds
That on the shores of windswept
waters lie.
On brcc:tes soit thy folds arise
In glorious ireedom far outfiung,
::-'fay peace and joyous freedom reign
Where'er thy folds reflect the sun.
C. S .. '28.
N. t c.
[0 a small southern town a justice of
the peace who is \'ery popular with the
negroes had just married a couple. The
groom made inquiry as to the fee and
the justice replied it would be a dollar.
"A dollar? Pahson. yo' don't mean t'
tell me yo' is gwine to charge me a dollah
jes' for sarin' dem few words when Ah
works all day for' that much?,'
"\Vhy yes," said the justice. "that kiss
you gOt was worth that much."
"Well, jes he'p yoursc'f, Pahson, jes
he'p you'sc'f."
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+ ~lranrr + Published at Nazareth College, Rochester, N. Y.
Vol. lL
On May 9 and 10 the college presented
before a large audience, "The Young­est,"
a {aTcial comedy of an .\merican
youth faced by the problem of holding
his own. The story is that oi Richard
Winslow, the literary son of a wdl-to-do
family. It presents in \'ivaciotls fashion
his amusing yet pathetic trials. Xo mat­ter
what he wants to do, the rest of the
family. with the exception of Muff,
opposes him just for the sake of doing
so. At first Richard submits. but in the
course of the play Xancy Blake causes
him to rebel. The chief cause of diffi­culty
is the family 's pin factory in which
Richard refuses to work. The family
does everything to force him to give up
writing and go to work. As a last resort
they cut off his allowance. Then the fun
begins. The situations arising are very
amusing, indeed, and furnish a good two
hours' entertainment.
:\1.\Y.lt)27.
"THE YOUNGEST"
The play was written by Philip Barry,
a Rochester man and a former graduate
of Xazareth Hall. ::-orr. Barry's success
as a playwright has been quite phe.
nomenal since his bow to the theatrical
world a few seasons since. "The Young.
est" has been presented in X ew York
where it was received with great enthu·
~ia~m. ha\'inj! been acclaimed olle of the
best plays of the season of 1924-25. I
hardly think that any audience could
have responded more enthu~iastically
than those who witnessed the play in the
auditorium of Xazareth Academy. The
characters could not have been chosen to
better ad\'antage; each one seemed to li\'e
the pan and to be quite lacking in self·
consciousness. On the whole the play
was a great succt:s~, and I think e\'eryone
was more than pleased.
We are very grateiul to all who helped
make the play the succe.~s it was. \Ye
Xo.8
make mention especially of the young
men who so ably took parts in the play;
)'1r. Hettig who directed it so well; Weis
and Fisner CO., who kindly loaned the
furniture; all the people who aided in
publicit)'; those who so willingly donated
their service~ in the orchestra; the com­mittees
who worked so untiringly for
the success of the play; the ushers; and
the audience who so kindl~' received the
presentation.
The cast was as follows:
Charlotte Winslow ... Rosemary Edelman
Oliver Winslow. .Leo Hogan
::-OIark \\'inslow. ........ _.. . Clarence Fichtner
Augusta \\'inslow )'fanin ..... Edith Croft
,\lan Martin._ .Raymond Guppy
Martha \rinslow .Emily Knoll
Richard \\'inslow.... Feehan Fitzpatrick
Kancy Blake. __ ..... Evelyn Regan
Katie.. ,Dorothy Fleming
::-or. T., '29.
Page Two
Junior Prom
\Yell. the Prom i~ O\'er at last. and it
was a huge success. \\'e had been look­ing
forward to it e\'er since the beginning
of the new semester, and it had been the
subject of so much discussion that it
seems remarkable that enthusiasm did
not wane during the latter days of April.
But wane it didn't. On the contrary the
assemblage of students and guests gath­ered
in the Hotel Seneca Ballroom on the
night of the Thursday of Easter Week
were in the best and the highest of spirits.
The Ballroom presented a pretty pict­ure.
The vari-colored formals relie\'ed
by the black and white regimentals, the
soft lighting effecb. the la\'ender and
yel10w beribboned souvenirs, the orches­tra
pit banked with palms, all lent
atmosphere to the occasion.
The specialty features, given during
dinner, were much applauded. :-'1iss Inez
Quinn. :'Iff. Joseph O'Brien. and Miss
Madeline La Barr werc the entertainers.
and their performances were sufficient
prooi that the entertainment had been
placed in competent hands.
"he important matter of the orchestra
was taken care of with great success by
Hughie Barrett. His incidental solos lent
\"lIriety and an added enjoyment to the
e\·ening.
In e\'ery way the Junior Prom was an
affair that will establish a worthy pre­cedent
for the College.
+ + +
Lest We Forget
Again the year rolls by and we cele­brate
the ninth Memorial Day since the
terrible days of the Great War. We of
the younger generation remember little
of its terrors. Another ten years and
all our memories will bc invested with
that halo with which history surrounds
her heroes. The lives sacrificed, either
in death on the field of battle or in that
living death wherein mere existence is
retained, will fade into vague obscurity.
On :\femorial Day. when we pay honor
to the nation's li\'ing and dead who for­got
self that democracy might be upheld,
we stop a moment in prayer of supplica­tion
for them and in thanksgi\'ing for
wbat ther did for us.
Speeches are made. bands play. and as
the "Star-Spangled Banner"' floats aloft
against the s],,;: we feel a linle shiver of
pure thankfulness that that song and flag
belong to us also.
But while we see the glory let us 1I0t
forget the horror. :'Ilay we, the future
generation. remember it only so much as
to resoh'e that, where it shall lie in our
power, no more of the youth of our
country shall ha\'e to give their lives as a
holocau~t for their land. ilenedorth we
will strive to accomplish by tact and
amicable discussions what wars have
heretofore failed to achieve-a satisfac­tory
settlement of displltes.
THE GLEANER
Juniors Have Party
The J unior~ h:ui a~ lI,ual planned
some fun. Indeed. we think that if the
Juniors did not have something- for which
the\' could make c..xcited plans and to
which they could look forward with long­ing
anticipation. life would be just too
dull for words. It is our delightiul wa),
of pre\'enting the wa\'e of student sui~ides
which seems imminent at exam urnes
from e\'er disturbing the dancing .... "lIter"
of our school life. This time it is our
annual picnic which was held as usual on
Ascension Thur~day at Conesus Lake.
\Ve say "as usual" in nlemory of those
other fun-crowded days of other years.
but this time it was held "with a
difference." For it was for liS the be­ginning
of the glorious days of c~osest
association. both really and figuratIvely.
We renteu~.
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Night-and Morning
The clouds like rose stained windows­Through
which th~ sun peeps as it sinks
inlO Ih~ blue.
A star, more brilliant ior its loneness,
\\'alcher of the arched darkening dome.
The moon tips th~ poplar's tallest spire.
And swift glides down the cloudy stairs
Into Ihe night's dark path. gtiided by her
own faint gleams.
The gray creeps up,-the faint blush
deepens,
A glorious pageant to meet the god:
A faint breeze sweet with lilac fragrance
Bearing a distant robin's song,
An instant flood of Iight-
The spring day dawns.
11. F., '29.
THE GLEANER
May, Our Lady's Month
The :\1ay number of "Scribner's" de­votes
an entire page 10 a poem of unusual,
simple beauty. addres...cd to our Blessed
Lad\'. It is bv Cornelia Otis Skinner, an
aClr~ss (as ~ighl be ~xpec(ed of her
iather'~ daug-hler). and a Itifted writer,
as well. The inclusion of her poem,
"Praver to the Florenc~ :'Iladonna." in a
mag;zine of "Scribner's". ~tanding, seems
a "ery happy omen. Time was. not so
long ago, when a magazine intended for
the general reader would scarccly have
carried a poem SO consonant with Catholic
feeling.
..... s we read. we feel convinced that Ihe
subject was chosen not from an)' "artis·
tic" motives. but rather in genuine sin­cerity.
Such expre$sions make us realize
a little better how rich we are in th~
teaching of the Church which presents 10
us :\fary, our Mother, and fortunate not
to ha"e been. as the poem says,
"Xurtured in an austere creed."
_4. convert to our Faith mu!>t hav~ a cer·
tain sense of ha\'ing been defrauded dur­ing
all his pre\'ious life of the tenderness
of our i..1.dy. Consolatrix .\ffiictorum.
Those who live in regions resembling
our own in climate. rejoice that :\Ia),. the­month
of delicale foliage and the sweel.
early flowers. is the month dedicated to
our Blessed Lady, the 10"elin~ss oi curth
making for her a meet mantle.
"1Iar)' of a thou!'llnd graces."
Surely ~Jary must have lo\-ed the smallest
blossom that her Divine Son had thought
it worth while to iashion. :\Ia)' she be
to us :\fater Boni Consilii. teaching tiS to
see His estimate and her own of the
worth of little. common things.
\Ve are young. and they say serenity is
not Ihe gift of the young. But tradition
tells us that OllT Lady wa~ young during
the years of our Lord's boyhood. And
certainly her youth never militated against
serenity in all the mingled joy and fear
of those days. Everything point~ to this.
"That her life to peace was giv~n,
So they made her Queen of Hea\·en."
Shall we not. then. im'oke her who is
Regina Pacis to direct our too impetuous,
yomhiul "tep~ in the l{l\'el~· 1'. 1. ths (If llt'ace ~
Finally. since our occupation for the
pre:;.ent is to acquire knowledRe. we need
to call upon 11ary in a spei.:ial way. Of
all her giits and graces (and what has she
not received. who dwelt in th~ Jiving
pre:;.ence of God). the humility of the
Blessed \,irgin is probably most majestic,
she who dwelt with Wisdom and pond­ered
iu her heart.
"Teach ll1e in a world that e\-er
Prizes only what is c1e\'er
How to see with lowered eyes,
How receive and how impart
The quiet language of the heart." o sweet Virgin :\[ary, give us of the
wisdom that is above knowledge. Sedes
Sapientiae, ora pro nohis 1
D. C. :\lcG .. '28.
ACADEMY CORNER I
SEXIOR PLAY
The presentation of the Senior play,
"The t:'nwilling Vestal." proved a fitting
clinlllx to the dramatic career of the class
of '27. The \-i\;d and colorful Rome oi
Constantine formed the setting. and such
was the beauty of the costumes and the
:.pirited acting of the players that the
audience felt themselves in another
world.
The plot centered about the forced en­trance
of a Roman maiden, Virgilia, into
the order of Vestals, her condemnation
for refusal to sacrifice to Vesta, and her
subsequent pardon by Constantine. The
role of Virgilia, a beautiful picture of
simple and pure womanhood. was ad·
mirably enacted by Eleanor Ford. The
masterly and truly masculine interpre­tation
of Con·inus,. the heroic and im­I>
ctuous soldier lover, by Alice Harvey,
was especially well done. Helen Tierney
as the slave Servia, Helen De Vaney as
Fla\-ia, the spiteful half sister of Vir·
gilia. and Elizabeth Costello as the mother
of (he heroine, were realistically ap­pealing.
N. t c.
A~XC'AL COXCERT
;\ most enjoyable evening was passed
by all who attended the concert of the
Xazareth Academy Orchestra and Glee
Club on Tuesday evening. )1ay 3. The
concen was divided into an orchestra
and a Glee Club program. The Junior
Orchestra. directed by Marion Clark,
ol>cned the recital with two se!tttions.
These were iollowed by several numbers
presented by the Academy Orchestra,
Annn Ryan directing. Virginia Clark
and :II[arion Xash played a trumpet duet.
Violin solos were given by 11adeline
;'I[ngin and Lillian Clark. and a violin
duet by Lucille Schreier and 11adeline
LaBar.
The vocal program consisted of solo~.
duets. and ensemble numbers. The duets
were rendered by ).Iary Sophie and Alice
llan'ey, Camilla HeddergOl and Kathleen
Kaseman. The soloists were Agatha
Young. :'Ilary Hendrickson. 11ildred
Handy. Bessie Bergan. Katherine Han­ley.
:\lIl1a Fennessy and Alice Han-e),.
The Junior Glee Club, under the direc­tion
of 1lar), Sophie, opened the second
hali of the program with two numbers.
The Senior Glee Club, directed by :\Iice
Harvey, followed with several songs. A
graceful 1l10\'ement presented by the
Junior Glee Club as a background to the
last chorus brought this pleasing pro­gram
to a close_ The concert was j\idged
a complete Sllccess by the entire audience.
Compliments were received from all sides
and the press notices were highly gratify­ing.
TWO
Middlemarch
George Eliot. in her preface to ~Iiddle­march.
recalls to us the story of Saint
Tere...a who. as a very little girl. ~tarte(1
out in search oi martyrdom. She did not
find sudden glorious death. but she found
life over the hills, and life has many
martyrs.
These martyrs in life are the ones with
whom George Eliot is concerned. Her
theme is the inevitable power of the petti­ness
of e\'eryday life. We see the slow
tide of that life, in Middlemarch. over­taking.
submerging a woman, who
dreamed \'aguely of doing a great good,
and a man, who dreamed of de\'oting his
whole life to ad\'ancing the progress of
medicine.
Eliot shows us, first. Dorothea and
Lydgate in the pride of their youth. with
their high ambition and their sure self­confidence.
We see them later. ship­wrecked.
cast up by the tide. \\'e see that
their lives can be, at best. only a com­promise
between their own high standards
and the standards of the \\'Orld.
The book is built up around three mar­riages.
Dorothea marries Casa\lbon very
early in the story. She has a rather vague
idea that he is a John ).[ilton and that she
will spend the rest of her life at his feet.
worshipping and taking dictation. For­tunately
Mr. Casaubon dies before Doro­thea
is completely disillusioned. As oil
widow, Dorothea is no more free to carry
out her own beloved plans than she was
as a wife or a girl. Kind friends check
and ad\'ise her at e\'ery turn. She finally
yields to the suit of Ladislaw.
The second marriage is that of Lydgate
anti Rosamond. Lydgate is a stranger in
).Jiddlemarch. a physician. He has too
many new ideas to please the professional
men. but a good appearance and relation­ship
with an old family to please romantic
young ladies. Rosamond is simply a ro­mantic
young lady, and she never for­gi\'
es Lydgate when she discovers that
matrimony is not quite what she th01.lght
it was.
The culmination of the lo\'e story in the
book is the marriage of Fred Vince)' and
:'olary Garth. Fred is a ~pojJed child who
has grown up with just two ideas. One
is that he will inherit Stone Court from
his Uncle Featherstone; the other is that
he will marry ~rary. But Featherstone
leaves his estate to an unheard of son
and Fred goes to work under the patient
direction of Caleb Garth. In the mean­time.
).[r. Bulstrode buys Stone Court
irom the son, and Fred. by hard work.
is eventually able to get possession of it.
These three stories are so closely inter­woven
in the book that it is not quite
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ENGLISH CLASSES
tnlthiu\ to give them as so distinct here.
They are bound together by the secondary
scenes and characters too numerous for
mention.
These secondary scenes and characters
abo supply the atmosphere. i\f rs. Bul­~
troways" with
a detennination to get through it. no mat­ter
what the cost. I wanted to see just
what made the reading of it like plodding
through a desert of sand. Really J was
surprised in the first chapter. 1 found
George Meredith absolutely clever. 1
had no idea that a man could rave on in
philosophical discussions and still be able
to condense truths in such an explicit way
as George :>.Ieredith can. Of course. to
arri\'e at these concise bi!:> of opinion you
must read ])ages and pages of treatises
that could well be weeded out. I think
that the opening chapter of this ixlok
required the mind of a genius to concact.
"The author introduces his rcader 10 his
heroine by a preface unintell igible to the
uninitiated." 1 can't recall having read
anything like it before. and still there was
so much said in it about women in gen­eral
an4 about Diana Merion in particular,
and it is all said in such a peculiar war
characteristic of ).1eredith that one cannot
hope to CO\'er it in a week or even two.
That first chapter more than any other in
the book. it seems to me. requires inten­sive
study. if one is to know what it is
all about. It is a deep philosophical essay
in itself. Here and there in this essay
we find clever aphorisms some of which
are ~ood and some not so good. Where­upon.
having plodded through seventeen
pages of philosophizing. four*fifths being
unintelligible. but the other fifth perfectly
delightful. we reach the last sentcnce of
the first chapter .-"\\'herewith let us to
our story. the frolh being Ollt of the
bottle." We could ha\'e skipped the first
chapter withom losing a bit of the story­bm
I doubt whether we would know
~lcredith quite so welL
The plot is de\'er, but it is nothing more
than a trianglc story. revolving around the
personality of Diana of the Crossways.
Diana evidently had chann. Else how do
you account ior the special attraction that
makes everyone adore her ,-that is. e\'ery*
one except her husband. who would have
to be different to gi\'e the story interest.
The entire book is Diana; even through
the philosophical passages there is some
train of thought that brings yO\1 quickly
back to her. The men are mere puppets,
not that Diana ensnares them wilfully­far
be it from ).leredith to represent his
THE GLEANER
heroine in such a light. :>'Ien are simply
victims to Diana's radiance. She can't
help it. Evcn Redworth. whom we like
a great deal from the very first. i~ swayed
by her per:;onality. This inRuence seems
carried jllst a little too far to seem
nahlrai. There may he people in the
world who have thi~ power of attraction
to such an extent. btlt I have ne\'cr met
one.
Then. too. the conver..ations in the book
are absolutely impossihle. ).Ian doe~n't
ordinarily philosophize for plea:>ure-at a
ball for instance. :>.Ieredith ha" a style
all his own. His phrases are peculiar and
characteristic. It seems out of place.
however. when we find. in the midst of
slich precise language. a reierence to the
"raciest English" or when we find a lord
remarking, "She's a new bird." This
really sounds dreadfully like slang.
Then there are some very de\'erly writ*
ten passages on I reland throughout the
book. For instance; "Irishmen. as far
as I ha\'e seen of them. are, like horses,
bundle of nen'es; and yOtl OlUst manage
them as you do with all nervous creatures.
with firmness. but good temper. You
must never get into a fury of the nerves
yourself with them. Spur and whip they
don't want, they'll be off with you in a
jiffy if yOll try it. They want the bridle
rein. That seems to me the secret of
I rish character. We English are not bad
horsemen. It's a wonder we blunder so
in our management of such a people:'
And again. "For 'tis Ireland gi\'es Eng­land
her soldiers, her generals. too:' In
speaking of the Irish agitation he says.
"You have taught them it is English as
well as common human nature to feel an
interest in the dog that has bitten you."
And then we find elsewhere a phrase of
Diana's when exonerating the actions of
the Irish: "1 think it i~ rather the
reminiscences of the tooth that once
recei\'ed a stone when it e.xpected candy."
Really it is dreadfully hard to see just
which side 11eredith ~tand!' all. I think
perhaps that he wa!; trying to o\'erthrow
his national prejudice for the time being,
so that he could make his storv more im­partial
for his heroine's benefit.
Other pithy sayings throughout the
ixlok make it stimulating. for e:-;ample. in
regard to Poetry, "Those that haxe souls
meet their fellows there"; in regard to
Oratory, "It is always the more impres­sive
for the spice of temper which renders
it untrustworthy."
"\\'hat a woman thinks of women is
the test of her nature."
"The weather and women have some
resemblance they say. Is it tme that he
who reads the one can read the other;"
"We live alone, and do llOt much feel
it till we are \·isitcd."
Isn't it a pity that a man who could
write such brilliant things about human
nature should draWl} a great deal of his
art in the sea of pseudo-philosophy? 1
can't help admiring the man for his won­derful
grasp of situations. but I pity him
dreadfully for having to figure out the
whys and whereiores of c\'ery action.
Sometimes these words of Diana apply
to ~Ieredith himself; "To be pointedly
rational is a greater difficul ty for me than
a fine delirium." But as :\nl1a :>.rcClure
Scholl says. "This is a year-long nO\'e!
for the reading, and like 'The Egoist'
requires perhaps a lifetime for digestion."
And so [ must not judge too harshly at
this first hurried reading. I most surely
will read the book again when I have a
great deal of time to think ovcr ).Iere­dith's
remarks. I hope then to get more
out of it.
;\1. B. '1'., '29.
N. t c.
Alas. mv friends. alas!
Our ~Iar pole days they pass
1'\0 longer can we e!ass
As gay and graceful dancers.
Grim hail and rain and snow
Shall cease to bring us woe;
No wind our skirts can blow
In wild disaste r.
The May pole's laid away
Praise Heav'n it's had its day.
Are we the ones to say
It shall return herea her ?
+ + +
Femininity
\\'hen all the world was very young­:\
few thousand years ago--
I was a flower and you were the SUIl
And I looked at you f rom below;
You smiled and warmed me with your
smile
_\nd dried my tears of dew,
But my heart ached beneath the soil:
You smiled at other Rowers 100!
H. S. C., '28.
N. t c.
Chemistry Notes
Oll, ye toilers and burners of the mid­night
oil, your hours of labor have not
been in vain. The cost of illumination
and the e:-;;penditure of energy were great,
'tis true. but now you are about to be re­warded.
Persevere JUSt a few weeks
more and all the afternoons spent in the
Lab will not go ior naught. Recently,
in one of the city papers an "ad" appeared
that will solve the problem of yOtlr voca­tion.
It went something like this:
\\'AXTED-A college graduate, prefer-ably
one who has made a special study
of chemistry, to fill a position in a
national bureau of research,-to weigh
rats.
There! the blow has fallen, look )'e
to it.
It was an ideal Indian summer morn­ing
in late October. The campus of
Everest College was unusually attractive
in its coloriul autumn garb. To restless
eyes looking down upon it from class­room
windows it alluringly extended an
invitation to forget books and to have a
good time out in the open. Besides, it
was Friday, the most trying day of the
week and. hence, the most tempting On
which to "cut" classes.
However, one student was immune to
the spell which t\ature was casting about
many of her sons. Xot because he
wanted to be--oh, nO, not at all. Too
many times had he neglected duty for
pleasure. In fact, the doleful sentence
had [ately come to him that for one more
cm from any class whatsQe\'er, the pen­alty
would be suspension irom the foot­ball
tcam. What deterrent could be more
powerful to the enthusiastic full-back of
E\·erest College?
Such was the predicament of Dick
Weston who was, just then, in body but
not in mind, attending an English III
class. The dogged dctermination on his
boyish face, the anxious look in his clear,
piercing blue eyes, the hands thru~t
impetuously every now and then through
his curly. chestnut-brown hair, the square
set of his remarkably broad shoulders, all
told the keen observer that Dick's mind
was far away from the technique of
Elizabethan drama.
The whole atmosphere was pervaded
with an air of anticipation. anxiety. and
unrest. The professor was the only per­son
who seemed unaware that to-morrow
was the big foot-ball game against Bentley
College. For three successive years
Everc~t had been obliged graciously to
accept defeat from the Bentley outfit, but
to-morrow---.
So the minutes of the day dragged by
with exasperating slowness to Dick.
Classes o\·er. he hurried to get out into
the open. .·\t the foot of the stairs he
passed a group of fenows and was
greeted by a sharp crack on the back.
"How's the old man?" someone asked.
"All set for the game to-morrow?" an­other
inquired. He did ,not stop to talk
but hurried on to ·'Red" O'Brien who
was waiting for him at the door.
"Why all the speed, my fair Mercury?"
greeted Red. slipping his arm into Dick's
and falling into step with him.
"Promised Mrs. Parsons, my landlady,
that 1 would read to Henry to-night. He's
not so well these days and the poor
woman worries herself sick about him,"
replied Dick.
"You certainly are big-hearted, you old
thing," said Red, poking him in the ribs
and beaming on him affectionately.
"Kot at all," contradicted Dick. "She's
so good to me-just like a mother. I
THE GLEANER
THE HERO
know she'd do anything for me. and the
least I can do is to relieve her for a few
hours. now and then. That boy is all she
has in the world and it pleases her so to
have me take an interest in him."
"~fust be a pretty tough job. this nurst:­maid
stuff," commented Red sympathetic.
ally.
"Xot half bad." returned Dick. "I
admire that fellow a lot. He is so plucky.
Sits there all day and watches us huskies
go by but never complains. Besides. he
is interesting to talk to. Likes to hear
about sports. the doings at college, and
lo\·es books of all kinds. Being with a
fellow like that. Red. makes you want to
thank God for what He has done for
you."
For a few minutes they swung along
in silence. Suddenly Red e.xclaimed:
"Great guns, Dick, we've simply got
to beat Bentley tomorrow. \\·e·ve worked
up good team-work this year. and there's
no reason why we can't hold our own
provided we don't have to send in any
subs. I heard the coach say this morn­ing
that if we have to use subs we're
sunk."
"Xow don't go borrowing trouble. old
Rain-in-the-Face. We ought to be tough
enough to stand the gaff," vigorously
returned Dick.
They were nearing the humble cottage
where Dick roomed, called "the widow's."
Before Red left Dick he earnestly added:
'"Don't study, get into the feathers
early. and keep your head dear ot worry
so that you can do your stuff to-morrow."
·'Thanks for the advice. grand-dad. See
you in the morning." and, with an earnest
glance, the two chums parted.
Dick was met in the hallway by a
middle-aged. grey-haired. motherly-look­ing
little woman.
"I'm so glad you're home early,'· she
whi.spered. "Henrv'", not verY well to·
day. He complain~ of pains i~ his head
and I've been doing everything I can
think of for him but he doesn't seem to
get any hetter."'
.. X e\·er mind,·· Dick reassured her.
·'l\·e a good book here and he'll forget
all his troubles when he gets into this."
But it was nOt such an casv matter to
have Henry forget his troubles. Dick
read to him, talked with him, told him all
about the big game scheduled for the
morrow, but Henry sat there unmoved,
his white face drawn with pain.
After supper. Dick tried to study. but
to no a\"3.il. About eight o'clock h~
received a telegram from his mother say­ing
that she was coming to see him win
the game to-morrow. "Dear ~Iother,·'
he thought, "she doesn't know a thing
about foot-ball. but she is only coming to
please me.·'
He told the good news to Mrs. Par·
Page Seven
sons with whom he always shared his
joys, but from whom he tried to conceal
his worries. As he started for his room
again, he said:
"I'm turning in early to-night because
to-morrow wiU be a big day for me; but
if you want an}1:hing during the night,
Mrs. Parsons, don't hesitate to caU on
me."
"Thank you, dear boy," she said, "but
I hope I shan't have to. Henry is sleep­ing
now and I trust he'll be all right by
morning."
Dick was in bed by eight-thirty, but to
get to sleep was another question. All
he could think of was the game,-SO much
depended on him as full-back j Everest had
to win this time; his mother was coming
just to see him play j what if it should
rain; if only the regular team could stay
in full time-until finally he fell into a
sound sleep.
it seemed that he had just dozed off
when there was a knock at his door and
he heard Mrs. Parsons calling his name
in a low but anxious "oice. He was up
in an instant and hurried to the door.
"\Vhat's the matter? Is Henry worse?"
"Yes. I didn't want to call you but he
has a high temperature and is delirious
and we've got to have the doctor. I can't
leave him and--"
"Never mind, I'll get him for you,"
offered Dick generously.
She thanked him with tears in her eyes
and hurried back to her patient.
~feanwhile Dick, having hurriedly
dressed. ran from the house in the direc­tion
of Dr. Sawver's. It was two A. M.
when he arrived at the doctor's house.
~luch to his dismay, he was informed that
the doctor had just left on a night call at
the other end of the town. Dick did not
hesitate for a moment but continued his
quest for the doctor. Meanwhile, his
thoughts were upon the game. "·ould
this loss of sleep and extra exertion tell
upon him? He couldn't skip his morn­ing
classes because he had used all his
"cuts". He had to report for duty on his
milk route at five-thirty. Oh well, he
would pull through somehow. Anyway,
no matter what it meant. Henry had to
have a doctor-and so he continued to
turn o\·er the problem in his mind as he
steadily h\lrried onward.
By five o'clock the crisis was over, and
Dick, relieved though a little tired,
started Cut for the dairy. He hurried
through his route hoping to have time to
steal a little rest before his first class.
Returning to the dairy about st:ven-thirty,
he espied a tempting hay·stack in the
shade of a barn, an ideal place for a little
snooze. He just had to have some sleep
and one hOllr would fix him up fine.
Morning classes were about to begin
at Everest CoJlege. Groups of students
were standing here and there talking about
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the coming evellt. Suddenly someone
asked. "Where's Dick, by the way. Has
anyone !;(!en him?""
Red O'Brien who was thinking the
same thing with growing uneasiness. re­plied
with feigned assurance, "Oh. he'll
be along any moment now."
The bell rang and the boys reluctantly
straggled off to their re~pecti\'e classes­all
bllt Hed. lie stood there perplexed
for a moment. Should he search for
Dick or go to class? Could something
have happened to him ~ He was all right
last night when he left him. He knows
he cannot afford to miss another class.
He'll surely turn up although something
rnav have callSed him to be a few minutes
lat~. Clinging fast to this last hope, Red
went to class, only to regret il later.
1\0, Dick Weston did not apl>ear for
any class all morning. The matter was
reported to the dean and straightway it
was announced that Dick \\"eston was
scholastically disqualified to play in the
game that afternoon. Consternation fiUeelieve him, anyway.
Half an hour later, he stole quietly up
the stairs to his room and locked the door.
taking all precautions against being heard
by )1 rs. Parsons. But the house: was still,
and the alert ear of the mother. watching
beside her sleeping boy, heard the
muffled steps and wondered why Dick had
gone to his room so steathily. Then she
smiled to hersel f and blessed the dear boy
for being so careful not to distrub Henry.
Dick, alone at last, stmggled with
clenched fists to keep back the hot. burn­ing
tears which blinded him. Finally,
surrendering, he threw himself across his
bed and gave vent to his feelings. How
could he ever go back and face everyone
again? \\'hy had he taken such a chance
for the sake oi a little sleep: If he could
only explain.
The minutes ticked slowly by. Mrs.
Parsons wondered why Dick was so quiet
for such a long time. The clock in the
hall stmck two and she began to become
anxious.
Unable to stand the suspense any
longer. she went upstairs and rapped on
his door. calling to him.
Dick was startled. She must ha"e
heard him come in. He tried to answer
her cheerfully but there was a huskiness
in his '·oice. Xor did this escape the
keen perception of the little woman out­side
the locked door.
"Dick, dear. aren't you going to play
to-day?" she directly asked.
"The game doesn't start till later. I
have lots of time," he evasively answered.
~I rs. Parsons paused a moment, a
strong suspicion filling her heart. Then
she went all:
"\Yould you mind coming down-stairs
and sitting with Henry while 1 go for
some medicine?"
"\\'hy no, not at all." was the ready
reply.
Mrs. Parsons quickly slipped on hat
and coat. hurried up the road. past the
drug-store. on towards Everest. The first
student she met she stopped and asked:
"Isn't Dick ::\'e .... 1:0n going to play in
the game this afternoon ~.,
The young man hesitated a moment
before answering.
"::\'0. he isn't."
"And why not?'"
"He was absent from all his morning
classes and that disqualified him,"
"Where was he?"
"I don't know. He tried to gi\'e some
sort of excuse that he fell asleep some­where
but nobody would listen to him.
It's too bad. both for him and for
Everest--"
The little woman waited for no more.
She was on her way to the dean's office.
An hour later, an old fli\'\'er came tear­ing
up the road. Dick heard it stop in
front of the house, but was too deeply
obsessed by his own Troubles to pay any
aUention to it.
~Irs. Parsons hurried into the house
with a satisfied and joyful expression on
her face. She motioned Dick outside. He
wonderingly obeyed. The next thing he
knew. he was grabbed by Red O'Brien
and Jack Belmont and bustled into the
waiting Ford without a word of explana­tion.
"You'll be just about in time for the
last quarter," e.'(citedly exclaimed Jack,
driving like a madman.
Red gazed upon Dick admiringly as
they went flying over the bumps.
"You're a real hero. you modest "ioler.
Why on earth didn't you tell us."
Gradually light d~wned on the dazed
mind of Dick Weston.
""That "'"Oman certainh· is an angel,"
was all that he said. •
After that ,his spirits rose rapidly,
"\Vhat's the score," was his first question.
"Six 10 nothing in favor of Bentley,
and Whitey Da"is, playing in your posi­tion.
is gil'ing out la"st. Go in and dean
'em up."
\\'hen Dick Weston ran into the field
at the beginning of the last quarter, he
was fresh. "igorous, and happy-hearted.
He was greeted with a storm of cheers
from the Everest side. He would show
them whether or not he was a quitter.
His mother must be somewhere in the
crowd, cheering for him. All these
thoughts ga\'e him added strength. He
was like a whirlwind. no opposition could
stop him. Yard by yard he fought his
(Collliullcd 011 ""flc 12)
If the writer of "The Re\'o!t of a.
::\Iiddle-Aged Father," an article appear­ing
in the May issue of "The Atlantic
::\Ionthly," a college man himself, "not
only that, but possessor oi a Ph.D., an
academic man by disposition. author of
half a dOlen serious books. and a mem­ber
of the \V. '''.'. A. fraternity," knew
thm a college Junior was presuming to
wax indignant at some of his statements,
he would prob."tbly think exen less of the
modern system of college education which
he fa\'or:> none too strongly. However,
it mu:>t be admitted that ::\Ir, 1. ::\1. Ru­binow
is very sincere in his criticism and
much that he says is all tOO true. On the
other hand, he seems to ha\'e little real
foundation for some of his opinions. al1d
he oftell confuses exception with rule.
He begins by telling us that he has a
daughter in X college, a small fresh­water
college with an excellent reputation.
where admission is fraught with many
difficulties. and so forth. Then he speaks
of the disad\'antages his son is undergo­ing
as the result of attending a large
university, the ·'impersonal. machine-like
process of degree·making. the absence of
true college life."
From the two pictures we judge that
his daughter's college is perfect. Since
it wa~ near his city, he could run do\\'n
for an evening meal, or an occasional
Saturday afternoon, Thus he obtained an
illiimoU glimpse of present-day college
life. and his doubts began to arise.
Xow I ask you, who could get an
illlimatc view of college life at an eve­ning
meal or on a Saturday afternoon?
He found loud talking, laughing and
joking; he found happy boys and girls.
but not the atmosphere of an educational
institution. It reminded him more of a
summer hotel and to make matters worse,
he h:'ltes summer hotels. But SeriO\ls!y.
must this atmosphere he was seeking
emanate cominuously from buildings and
students? Are happiness and college life
so terrihly incongruous. especially at an
enming meal or on a Saturday after­noon
~ :\ college would be an instinllion
in the worst sense of the word, were it
concealed in the dense mist of mere in­telle(
Ctuality.
H is daughter's argument is about as
logical as anything he says; "But this is
unfair. You have been here only during
leisure hours. Our classes meet in the
daytime. you know." And surely, if it
is a college "with an e.xceJlent reputation."
entrance into which "confers some dis­tinction,"
those classes must be prepared
for.
The working week of college students.
of 35 hours, 1fr. Rubinow calls "pretty
easy" in comparison with the working
hours of millions of young people ill
productive occupatiom. This i" appre­ciated,
as far as possible. by one who has
THE GLEANER
-WHY REVOLT?
never worked in the field of prod\Ktive
occupations. Prospects do not seem very
bright for a good part of these millions
of young people. but I am willing to
wager that many a college student. before
going to sleep on some fille e\'enings. has
envied the office clerk who is very sure
just how the next day's work will be
accomplished. Perhaps the work is
me(Chanical. but it goe:> smoothly along.
The average undergraduate student, he
say~. find~ time for amateur dramatics,
journalhm. cluhs. ::;orne manage to work
at \'arious occupations. I f some do this,
he thinks that the others must ha\'e much
time to wa~te. But doesn't he say the
a\'erage smdent? \\'hy pick out the un­usual:
Then he enumerates the length
of vacation, and concludes,
"So upon the partial idleness-or
leisure. a more euphemistic expressioll­of
the school-year there is superimposed
the total leisure of the numerous and pro­longed
\·acation~."
Ii you were trying to decide between
entering college or the field of productive
occupation. would you not choose the
former after reading this paragraph?
~1r. Rubinow makes it appear to be the
line of least resistance.
Furthermore he says, "Exciting as
bricklaying may be as an experience for
the future physician, college professor, or
bond salesman. it isn't exactly a prepara­tion
ior his profession. And yet. the
college years are year~ of preparation:'
Very true. but beggar~ ca.n't be choos­ers.
and ju:>t what opportunities are
offered the undergraduate for the work
he would like to pursue. for three months,
when the world is full of people, far
more competent. lOOking for the same
work? ;\[oroover. bricklaying not only is
"exciting;" it brings college youth into
a contact he wO\dd never feel if he were
preparing especially for his profession.
and association with different states of
society will ne\'er hurt any real man. but
rather ha\'e a broadening influence. \\'hat
better time than college years to .receive
impressions? hn't this preparation?
::\{r. Rubinow follow" with a statement
oi statistics: cost of college education,
collective social cO~t, total college bill. etc.,
all true and not to be contested.
Then comes this remark. "Surely even
we complacent. middle-aged Americans
do not mean to ~ay. 'Let the middle-aged
and the old folk". those of fifty )'ears and
over. work more and harder, so that our
boy~ and girls between 18 and U may
have more time to play while they an:
studying a little.' But that is exactly
what \\'e are doing."
It sounds as if Mr. Ruhinow thought
of colleges a~ nurseries, or at least kinder­gartens.
But college graduates are
accomplishing a great deal in this world
for having had such a wonderful play-
Page NinO;!
time while in schooL
Again. he says that the effort to obtain
this ideal general education and culture
is encouraged by neither college nor stu­dent
body.
Perhaps the student body is lacking
in this respeet but it does not seem to
me that any college should be in existence
if it does not mean to encourage educa­tion.
I t would have no reason for being
in e..xistence; moreover it would soon lose
the reputation he acknowledges for the
small college. But consider the number
that are in existence and see if you can
agree with the statement of ::\Ir. Rubinow
as far as the college itself is concerned.
"Education is an important part of life.
But should it e\'er occupy al1 of life:"
What does he mean? All life is in itself
an education but school education has
never in all history occupied all of life.
In the Cary formula. " Study, play,
work," ::\Ir. Rubinow aCC1.lses colleges of
putting the greatest emphasis on play and
considering work as a necessary evil or
Ilone at al1. I think he rather exaggerates
or at any rate has a strong aversion to
play. or has had a \'ery fortunate experi­ence
and generalized unduly from it.
Then he says, "But all this Latin, we
know, means no more than the two Hor~e
Guards, standing on duty in London,
mean in the economic problems of the
British Empire." I ha\'e always heard
that this study trained the mind at least.
Mr. Rubinow asks. "\\,hy is it neces­sary
to force the partaking of this mental
pabulum into a period of four years?
Why does this educational process cal!
for four years of so-ca1!ed college life?"
He answers with. "There is no reason
whatever. Books, lecture courses. li­braries
are or ought to be sufficient." But
how many would use them of their own
accord or how many really know how to
use them?
"First and foremost. college delays
entry into life's work by four years."
But there does ha\'e to be some prepara­tion
for many professions.
"Se(Condly. a habit of excessi\'e leisure
is definitel\' established." I do not see
his point o'f view. It may be the excep­tion
but not the mle. My experience of
college hns afforded no "excessive
leisure."
Thirdly. he thinks that college leads to
confusion of the personal problems of the
student and cites as an example students
who major in English and have wild
drea.ms of becomin.g' known writers. sim­ply
because sometimes their work hap­pens
to appear in college publications
when they really have no talent at all.
Did Mr, Rubinow himself nev('r dream?
He gives fine motives for a college
career. nine of them. Number seven
though, might be questioned-"primarily
for girls. the opportunity for a marriage
Page Ten
COLLEGE DUST
Some one said. "Why do they call it
vacation ?, She was emerging from thc
library with a slack of hooks up to her
chin. Xe\'ertheless there was time for
some of the usual festi\'ities that accom­pany
Easter holidays.
.t. .t. .t.
~Iary Swan' and bearc~t each gave a
luncheon and bridge juSt to get the crowd
together.
I was wondering why half the Sopho­more
class were so tired one Monday not
so long ago. Soon it came out-a steak
roast. and a wonderful time.
+ + + The day before the Prom the Juniors
had a luncheon and theater party. Those
Juniors surely do like to entertain.
.t. .t. ..1.
Buffalo had 'its allotment oi Xazarenes.
Mary Connelly and )1ary Swan upheld
the honor for us there. \"hell you ask
mechanically. "Did you ha\'e a good
time ~,. they look at you pityingly and
shrug their shoulder~.
+ + +
Helen Ritz entertained in honor of
Mabel Costich who was home for spring
vacation from Xotre Dame. ~Iany of the
K. C. girls know )fabel.
+ + +
Oh. Cyrilla. those letter~ from Kica-ragua!
.t. ..1. .t.
l\Iargaret )icPhec' and Jean Hayward
spent Easter week in New York. conse­quently
both mil'sed the Prom. But it
was worth it-so say both of them.
.!.. .!. .!.
I t takes so ~l1ch sj)ace to enumerate all
the girls that helong to each crowd thaI
next semester we are going to suggest
to the society editor that she assign num­bers,
dh'iding each class into sections
resembling patrols. Anyway. one crowd
of the Juniors had a part)' on Raster
Monday. You know who they are so
that's all that matters.
.!. .!. ..:.
Eleanor O'Connor' had a'tea during the
holidays. Many of the boarders were
there.
+ + + Upon asking one of the Katies of the
Freshman dass what she did during the
I'acalion and receiving the reply "e\'ery­thing
she could," 1 take it she had a good
time.
Miss O'Con~or w!;. awat on a vacation
when her family decided to be ill. so she
had to come home. \Ve are sorry 10 hear
of the illness and hope she didn't catch
whatever it " .. as.
+ + +
The condolence column will now con­tinue.
Irma Fagan has been out of school
for a week with a 5e\'ere case of tonsillitis.
Also Connie Hogan is in line for sym-
THE GLEANER
path), for the same reason. \'1';: hope
you're better in time for exams, Connie.
(Now I ask you-is that reall\' ~y"l­pathy?)
+ + +
I armO~1 forgol the Junior Prom!
What can 1 say a"ide f rom the fact that
it was a tremendous succes~. e\"erybody
looked marvelous-prom men '''''r\! e... ..c it­ing-
and altogether it wa!> a thrilling
affair.
Warning! Only about tw·~ more date
nights until we hibernate (in spring) for
finals. So catch up on your correspond-ence.
etc.
N. t c.
"The Scene Changes"
Some person (I won't name it. but,
man to man. it happens to be the edilOr)
has commissioned me to write an article
on our college "bam." '. \\'ilI the cynics
in my audien~ kindly refrain from mak­ing
an)' superfluous remarks or casting
unseemly slurs on the aiore-nleillioneoe<1 ah,;olutely no fllnd~ with
which to furnish the place, nor, once fur­nished.
was there any way in which to
keep from perishing with cold. However
hot one's rage O\'er e;.;:ams and other
scholastic necessities one cannot hope to
e;.;:ist on these internal fires. So ends
period I in the history of "our worst
haiL"
This spring we beheld strange sights
in the \'icinity of that building once re·
christened "The Crange." \\·orkmen
desecrate the sacred spot. tearing out
those \'ery bricks where once we hoped
to hang darling little pictures and sweet
mementoe~. But the last and most UII­kindest
cut of all was the remo"al of our
precious curtains,-pitiful ensigns ftap­ping
in the dust.
The authorities tell us that when we
return next year this structure will be
con\'erted into assembly room, class
rooms and cafeteria. What a prosaic end
for such a glorious object! Hereafter
we are to refer to it as Freshman Hall.
To the mind of some, ';fresh" is hardly
the word. considering the various and
assorted phases through which it has
passed.
-11. R., '28.
N. t c.
Why Revolt?
(CQlltililled from page 9)
market;" men are often wary oi educated
women. And then number nine-"Xoth­ing
else to do, e;.;:cept work." and college
is preferable to that. Well.-maybe.
?lIT. Rubinow's plan would change
buildings. iaculties, tnlstees, college presi­dents
and he thinks it might be worth
while. Howe\'er, the world seems to be
getting along fairly well with so many
of the 11Ildergraduates he CrltlClzes
graduated. -R. E., '28.
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Teacher, "What i .. the Hague Tri·
hun .. l ?"
WiUie: "The Hague Tribunal ar-"
Teacher: "Don't!>3)' 'The Hague
Tribllnal are: Willie, use is."
Willie: "The Hague Tribuna! isbi·
trates national controver:;ies,"
+
"I know where you I:all get a good
chickt'n dinner for only 15 cents,"
"Where ?"
""\t the ieed store:'
+ + +
English history puzzle" me.
I never could see wh}·,
That after all those awiul reigns
It ~Iill should ~ ,;0 dry,
+ + +
:'IIary Forshee's father I:ame to see her
one Sunday recently. a not unusnal but
alway!> thrilling occurrence.
I call my girl London because she's
always ill a fog.
+ + +
"How do you make soap?"
"Oh, it just 'Ouz'."
+ + +
Little tidhit!> from the writings of great
scholars;
"The Indians call their women squabs:'
"Heathen are paragons that wash up
idle thin",?"
Helen: "Xo, but if he did he'd ha\·e
to put them on my grave."
:'Ilary: "Why?"
Helen: "I'd drop dead from the
shock."
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The Hero
(Continucd from page 8)
wav into the Bentley field. He caught
the- baU time and again with a firm and
confidem grasp and was off like the wind,
alwavs gaining.
One more yard to go 1 Two more
minutes to pl",y! The crowd was on its
ieet. Once more. Dick pulled the ball
Ollt oi the air with sure hands. He
doggedly battled his way around the
opposition and placed the ball neatly ovel
the line. The crowds almost went mad
with excitement. Xow. at least, EveresT
had a chance.
Tie score. One more minute to play.
The ball was placed on the line for
Dick. With unbelie\'able compoS\lre, he
sent the ball ewer the bars with a Aawless
drop-kick . The guns went off. Everest
had ddeated its most fea red opponent.
Dick was raised aloft on the ~houlders
oi his cla5s-mates and paraded around the
field amid the cheers of all. He was so
happy he eQuid S(;arcely breathe.
As soon as he could get away. he
hurried to the edge of the crowd when~
a little figu re in black seemed to be
anxiously waiting for someone.
"::-'[other." he cried, running towards
her and lifting her off her feet in hi!;
strong embrace. Tear~ of joy filled her
eyes. as. wit h a radiant smile ~he said,
"~!y son. I'm proud of you."
H. It, '28.
N. t c.
A patient teacher was trying to show
the smaU boy how to read with ex­pression.
"\Vhere-are-you-going?" read
Johnny. laboriously. with no accent what­e\'
u. "Try that again," said the teacher,
"Read as if you were talking. Xotice
that mark at the end." J ohnny studied
the interrogation mark a moment, and an
idea seemed to dawn \lpon him. Then
he read triumphantly, "Where are you
going. little buttonhook?"
+ + +
Landlady : "Would you mind, sir.
ha\ing tea this morning? I'm sorry to
say the coffee is quite c. .... hausted."
Boarder: "Quite exhausted? I'm not
at all surprised. It's been in a "ery weak
condition for a long time."
+ + +
"Last night." said the blonde cashier, ';1
had a dream that my watch had gone. and
the shock woke me up."
"Did you find the watch gone?" asked
the deli very boy.,
"Xo." giggled the cashier, "but it was
going."
T t +
Professo r~ "Xo\\,. this plant belongs
to the begonia family."
Ywtor: "Ah, yes, and you're keeping'
it iOT them while they're away."
An event t~ be tx,ke/ fo rward to---­going
home !
THE GLEANER
Song
. \ ~hattered. ~ih'en' moonbeam.
A "iolin's thin, -long' wail
Playing time ior the dancing gleam.
Leaping irom slow wa\'e to wave.
The slender loity pine trees risc
l"nderneath a ~ing'le "tar.
L-nto the dark blue "eh'et ~kies,
And curved splinter of a moon.
o Beauty of the iragrant night.
Hand in hand tread lightly here
\Yith youth. until the breaking light
Ends your beauty and Ollr dance.
E. ::-'Ic::-'L. '29.
N. t c.
To Our Flag
Oh, beauteous symbol of a beauteous
land,
Thy glowing colors pale the very 5ky.
Thy billowy fo lds in grace out"ie the
reeds
That on the shores of windswept
waters lie.
On brcc:tes soit thy folds arise
In glorious ireedom far outfiung,
::-'fay peace and joyous freedom reign
Where'er thy folds reflect the sun.
C. S .. '28.
N. t c.
[0 a small southern town a justice of
the peace who is \'ery popular with the
negroes had just married a couple. The
groom made inquiry as to the fee and
the justice replied it would be a dollar.
"A dollar? Pahson. yo' don't mean t'
tell me yo' is gwine to charge me a dollah
jes' for sarin' dem few words when Ah
works all day for' that much?,'
"\Vhy yes," said the justice. "that kiss
you gOt was worth that much."
"Well, jes he'p yoursc'f, Pahson, jes
he'p you'sc'f."
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